My Friend Poem by vijay gupta

My friend
I know a man
Who is living away from his mother land?
He is also living away from his love & relations.
Now he is in trouble.
He wants to alive in this world
So he needs food, water and shelter.
He is bound to do the work like
begging or garbage collection.
Slums, open public places
and under the bridges are his shelter.
Some times he passes nearby the gardens
But he never sees them.
His mind is full of botheration
and there is no place for the beauty
And fragrance of flowers in his mind or heart.
Unemployment and unrest bound him
to evacuate his mother land.
World governments and U.N.O
Help him a lot
Still he is hungry and unhappy.
You also know him.
He is a refugee.