Reflections Of An Eternal Vagrant Poem by Anurag Talukdar

So, it's time for me, to pack my bags, yet again. Though I don't have much baggage, yet it pains to leave this place, which I considered my own, even if for just a few months.
My home is now reduced to a distant illusion. Sure I do own a few apartments across the nation, but they lack the conviction, just a mere cacophony of concrete, submerged within the ocean of indifference.
I never knew any of the neighbours and I am sure, nobody would even notice my absence. For this city is full of vagrants, just like me, searching for avenues to earn just one more meal and extend their lives to fill with, further tales of vagrancy.