Keen sun rays hailed him
to roam, with uncut hair
and torn ragged suit,
he wandered everywhere.
Entered a street with empty stomach
threw the sunken eyes
the heart even begged
the dignities unaware of him.
Wanted to break his fast
three hard days gone
may be it was two days more
getting feeble day by day.
In garbage even nor stale and dry
better the dog, than me
for getting food in time
prayed to god, afford a crumb.
Moon has come, sent by Sun
what worries her, she’s got so slim –
hungry for days? Sure
there’s none but the stars to feed her.
Think his cry reached divine ears
call him to perish his hunger
thanking him, he abides to sleep
Perhaps, it is some more deep.
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