An anchor of NOBODY’S drama

An anchor of NOBODY’S drama
He was nobody
He will be nobody
He was of nobody
there was none for him
Busy was the business
Flourishing in every corners
Except in his heart
In sigh ,In cry
He well knew
This isn’t for him
Yet he used to falsify himself
Just to feel few moments
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Feel his own breaths
In and out
Shallow and deep
Life, he laughed
Death ,he laughed more
Love, he kept on laughing
And now sometimes
On a lonely road
He is seen on the NH-2
Sometimes when in an accident
Some say ” they saw a white man ”