The hands trembling in the rain,
The body of bones clearly visible in pain,
Dried eyes still need no pity,
The friendly flies on clothes torn and dirty
The dejected man lives in dignity
Still none put human attention and duty !
Stomach craving for food so many days
To the developed world, the curly long hair makes him daze.
Skies open to feed air and water
And people eagerly hate to pour some care !
The miserable man living in roadside place
Walking stick is the only hope and solace.
Accustomed the body, Of all sensation
From the so called reality of civilization.
Still he exists with self-esteem
Relishing his fate and time.
With some broken teeth to shine
Still life goes on for him...!
