Who Made Him So? Poem by JOBY JOHN
Who Made Him So?
I saw him in the streets
Wearing dress with reduction.
His legs are moving as if rats in a drainage
And he was after his breakfast after a week.
There he got a cup of tea
And never left the drops, remained inside.
He searched for the next, but could never
And wandered as if the cloud in the sky.
'What we waist is his hunger'
I remembered the words and I never.
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