A homeless man I watched,
begging and crying.
he cried, his throat is drying.
I wished, I had food and water,
to reduce his thirst and hunger.
I know he buried his dreams.
I could not do anything except watch.
in this freezing cold,
he covers himself with a cloth full of patch
poor homeless man,
who cares for him tomorrow?
he lives for today.
he continued to beg and cry,
until he fell to his sleep.
he saw a home in his heart deep,
but only real in his sleep.
neither I nor did he knew,
that his sleep was forever.
my eyes filled with tears,
can't bear what had happened here
but I'm sure,
he will have a home.
up in the heavens,
with my loving God......
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