Unkempt, haggard, black beard and red shirt,
a walk at a stagger through noisy, grimy traffic,
the city fast, bustling industry, vast spurt,
unshaven eyes see colourful wealth, graphic;

got no spouse or a cause to espouse,
faked a cause, shouted at man working,
there a man, without house, started barking,
in hope, to somehow, hustle to penthouse;

truly rich, the working, hut or sky scraper,
happy, the content, a roof for their family,
a child scribbling on walls is a true trooper,
sad like me, who can’t grow, forever hungrily;

I scribble for me, yet few others entwined,
please take us places, don’t leave us behind.


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