The day he died

Suffering it is, of the kind that he does not know. He sits and watches the eyes, of the passengers on this planet called Earth. He wonders what makes the journey so important when it ends at the end of the day. He blinks a little to find out the Earth a place of sadness under the bushel. Pain he sees in the eyes of those, whom he knows not. His eyes reflect what is there with in . He does not blinks, he wants to see what is there in the eye. Can he see, with his eyes close? Can he smell with his nose blocked? Can he touch with his limbs lost? He wonders why the pain moves him so? He wonders what makes him cry, why is there a yearning in his heart? Will he not be heard? Will Nature be silent when he cries to see the pain that is there in him?