The Pitiful Pauper

I wonder why he sits there,

With no fear of despair.

Staring at all,

Never to downfall.

Standing like a barrier, 

Behaving like a carrier.

That loneliness on his face,

It seems to reflect his only chase.

What is this chase all about?

Acting like hideouts throughout.

Oh human! you go through your plights,

Standing sturdy in all your fights.

The only essence which I could feel

Is seeing the pitiful pauper and his life in a creel.