Am a homeless man,
Whole world is my home,
In street, dump, anywhere,
I sleep wherever I feel;
Seek food from garbage dump,
Rag too I find in that;
For some drives emotions,
And for some lousy devilment;
Some pelt alms,
And some offend saying,
'Can't he go and work? '
Open rain, storm and cold,
Am immune to them;
None can hurt, not even,
Offended words of passer by;
No stress, no ego
And no shame of my life style;
Why I be ashamed?
Am an outcome of failed,
Economy and corruption,
In this world;
Who seek vote,
In the name of repelling,
Hunger and homeless;
They should be ashamed,
As they have failed;
© Sadashivan nair
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