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Fidato R

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Fidato R

Drama

The Homeless

The Homeless

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Who is he, he sits on the sides of the road?

Who is he, where sanity never visited him?

Who is he, who sits in his tattered shirts?


People cross day and night, but no one cares.


He lives in his own world, like a stray mad dog.


Is he the decades that history witnessed?

Is he a millionaire, fell prey to money and scavengers?


Who is he? Every day he sits and has followed the punctuality.


Some say disgusting.

Some call him a beggar.

Some say mentally ill.


Where is he, my strange friend 

Nowhere to be seen.


Is he dead, has he left?


No, a team of kids through NGO rehabilitated him.


He looks, perfect with hygiene at best.


Now he sells stationary on roads, least we can do is buy from him, a person who lost everything can be saved by humanity.


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