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THE FORGOTTEN- Homeless



THE FORGOTTEN – Homeless

As I woke up in the morning
The clouds are raging on me, without any warning

I surrender to their gestures and their threats
I remember, once I had bills to pay and the debts

But now, I'm lying on my back in open and looking at the sky
No food in my stomach and my throat is dry

There is something in the sky, because whenever you look at it with a craze
It always connects you, to your old memories and those days'

Those days of laughter, a home and pets
All I'm left with now is a mattress, one trouser and two cigarettes

Plus, an empty stomach, those old memories and now starving pain
I just wish ‘Oh Heaven' now, that it did rain

Because I don't want to show the passerby, my dark swollen eye
I hate to admit, but sometimes men too cry

As I lie down motionless,

A life, wants to exist my body because of this starvation
A silent revolution is going within me, like a self-realization
I'm a part of this human society, which is not even considered a civilization
I could be equated to a used pad, thrown after a cycle of menstruation
If I may be lucky, I may end up becoming a 10 sec topic of some dinner conversation

I still have self-respect left, not to beg anyone to give me food
Even though I m penny less and semi nude

Though I read once, that people believe in ‘Giving – as a Joy of living '.
May be that is true for only one day, of ‘Thanksgiving

Cos reality if very different, bitter and crude
Many people here are not that nice, but may be rude

I look at life from the street closely enough, to say it is ruthless
I'm the prey and I'm THE HOMELESS

@ Authored & Created by: Anup D.
P.s: http://birdscry.wordpress.com/2014/04/26/the-forgotten/
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Submitted on September 04, 2015

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Quick analysis:

Scheme A BB CC DD EE CC FF DD A GGGGG HH BB HH AA XG
Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 1,660
Words 326
Stanzas 15
Stanza Lengths 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 5, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2

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