Tramp Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

All the time he's singing.
Not loudly, just hmm.
He's around but hardly seen.
He's shy but aware of my
listening of his song.
I like his soft voice and
know what he's expressing
through his song.
If there's someone to listen
you like to pour your heart
out and calm down, but
the Tramp is different.
He's reluctant to express
otherwise, but so sure of me.
It comes spontaneously
from his heart..only for me.
Sometime when I'm lost
in his song, he abruptly stops
to see the fun but before he
disappears I quickly catch him.
And he continues the song.
That's the way it is.
Tramp and me
and the song in-between.