He don't care about the coming day and night
No one can tell him which is wrong or right
His stomach and throat are trained in great thirst and hunger
But he don't even thought that his life is a blunder
He's a homeless..usually hang around at the subways
He said that this path saved him from social life's dismays
A former elite in a big company with strict employer
Quit his job,gave up everything..chose to be a street beggar
He will lay on a carton anytime,anywhere when he wants some rest
Accustomed to street noises as troubles,chasing of authority
and pest
His long hair and beard,thin face,makes him look more older
Severe coughing,pale complexion,shown that his health is in danger
One day he fell down on a muddy ground
Shaking in pain..blood flowed from his mouth..but no one cared
from the people around
He cried and exclaimed:"Artificial world!..the sky!..the ground!..
the people!..this life!..everything made artificial!!.."
Like a melting candle..slowly dying..silence..after his last yell.