Anuj Tikku

Rookie (10th may 1974 / Fathepur India)

The Bum


The Bum
with his sliterry walk and purposeless talk their goes the bum
bitting through street lights meandering through the hum drum
the bum has no direction the bum has no way
he has so many things bottled inside yet he cannot say
he sleeps all day only then to stay awake
lighting up a few joints for plaesure sake
yes sir their goes the bum

he buys some he sells some makes money once ina while
he has no watch to tell him he is justt whiling away time
his pockets are empty and he does'nt have a dime
he rolls weed burns some seeds
inhaling puffing away in dirty ally's and back yards
dining with hookers and some old tarts
he pimps away his life to idel banter and gossip at tea shops
his manner is mean his walk ungaily
he had nowhere to go no agenda's he keeps
only at times on his purposelessness he weeps

Bum Bum Bum the lonely bum
a looser to some a saint to others
he looks like a sage trapped in a cage
wasting away his life page by page
year by year he ages away
making no sound likea broken drum
yes sir theit goes the bum

Submitted: Wednesday, December 05, 2012

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THE MONOTONY AND PURPOSELESSNESS OF LIFE

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