Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Heroic Citizen

In tatters, naïve, covered by mud and dust

Aged curls, ignorant of water for ages

Wrinkles concealing howling petite eyes

Says a tale something miserable but optimistic

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Known to me as a customary gatecrasher

Unknown, what he carried in his big bags

Never worries when people yell at him

Never concerns responding harsh queries

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Was he mad? No he is never senseless

Was he a beggar? No in no way he pleads

Was he deaf? No he hears blowing horns

Was he a thief? No steals thrown out wastes

 

One fine evening my quest had an end

Reality painted a wonderful answer

A rag picker, he sells whatever collected

Little he earns would feed him the day.

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Unknowingly promoting an eco friendly world

Person I admire for his boundless strong will

Lesson he renders is a priceless treasure

Unknowingly he has become a heroic citizen

 

 
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