Whereabouts Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

I am one with no whereabouts,
With no adress to speak about,
Life in the street
Is the presence of living
I being around on earth,
Little pleasures daily'
Like the bugers, pizzas
From the cheap eateriy,
Defecating in the public toilet,
Bathing wherever
Water can be found,
I live like any other rich man,
Feeling high on the notes
Of the jingles of coins,
Rasp of the noted in my pocket
When the collection is higher,
A bum and beggar's feelings,
Not known, unpraised
By the stupid world nearby.

Ravikiran Arakkal