I have no money, no identity,
No fame, no property.
A Vagabond I am,
Wandering and wandering
To a path unknown.
Different people every day I see.
Some walk smartly,
Some dressed brightly,
Some are kind, some are not.
Some throw coins towards me,
Some only mock at me.
No mansion, no recreation I need.
I want some food to live in
And a night to meet Him.
Kolkata, India.
16th July,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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No mansion, no recreation I need. I want some food to live in And a night to meet Him. A wonderful poem.....10