Where do you run in such a hurry?
To the embracing arms of god,
Or to relish a feast, spread by the lord
Is there someone there to ferry?
To another bank of this mad river.
“Going Home”, you say, and I stare
“What is home?”, I’ve never known
“What do you do there?”, I seek by my own
“It`s night!, I am going to sleep”
I died in laughter that day and my life long.
Slept, I have all this life, right here
On this solid ground, slept in peace.
No lack of mirth, in my hungry soul
No lack of bruises, on my lonely body
And, Slept I have in peace, right here.
“Why on the streets?”, you demand to know
“Help yourselves”, you seem to say
“Why, Where and How?”, my eyes plead
Do you have the time to show me the way?
Poor Helpless soul, you simply walk away.
I roam by day, in search of shady trees
In between these huge palaces of stone
A shady place to sleep time and sun away
and then return to that old cold stone.
And to dream, looking at the mocking stars.
The sun slowly peeps at me, smiling
and I naughtily show my back to him
The world starts running around quickly
And tries to wake me up, but in vain
All I know and have, is my sleep galore.
These few lines, for those homeless friends, who sleep on the streets, these few lines, for our helplessness on seeing them. These few lines for their prayers and our reasons
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