I AM A HOMELESS A splash of water hits me on my face That's how I wake up every morning to face Like a wave from the sea, hitting the shore The day awaits to hit me more and more My morning runs are to escape the cane Of the police who keep the city clean Streets and alleys are my joggers park And then the crooked lanes that are still dark When it comes to my hunger, Mornings are tougher As the streets are cleaner Yet to get filled with my fodder Empty bins and streets Keep me search every street Breakfasts, lunch and dinner Are all just names to tell my hunger None stops to ask my plight No complaints they are on a flight Take what is thrown, and eat what you get Those are the sermons, the homeless get When all sleep after lunch, Whether it is their lunch or brunch I sit to explore whatever I have got Spread on road to sit down and sort Some for the dogs sharing my fate Some still fresh, I eat, Rest go to bin for worms to eat (read more in caption) I AM A HOMELESS A splash of water hits me on my face That's how I wake up every morning to face Like a wave from the sea, hitting the shore The day awaits to hit me more and more My morning runs are to escape the cane Of the police who keep the city clean
