Under the bright sun, dark clouds
Under the dark clouds, rain drops
Under the rain drops, empty roads
Beside the roads, people in their homes
But, in the midst of the pouring rain
Is a senile man in his worn out clothes
Soaked and nowhere to go
Forsaken by his home
Forgotten by his deed
He is once a part of a family
But now a part of the roads
He is a homeless, he is a beggar
Yet, find a reason to live
Under the sun is a dark reality.
©ms.joker
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