Nature's Lunatic

His desk had more bonsais than files,
They called him nature's lunatic.
He called himself passionate.
Reluctant to use leather, his laptop hung in his jute bag.
The superiors eyed him with disgust
His footwear never appealed to none in office.
The few friends who shared his lunch,
he boasted the food came from his garden.
They wondered if a garden could exist in a metropolis.
But he always crossed impossibilities,
Finished sudokus in half a minute
and month old project reports in days.
They called him lunatic,
He ...he just smiled and smelled roses.

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