HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS

We are the natives of the street
Holed up under bridges
We are major fragments of the globe
Necessary part of existence
As the day chameleons to night
You slump in the warmth of your beds
We also embrace the cozy
Cardboard beds laid on stinks
As same night injects us with cool breeze
And endurance

We sleep and dream
And hold conferences with
Indigenes of the elusive world
When it’s day, in bundle
We park our belongings
And move on with our days
Standing, kneeling and bending
To beg for alms just for
The day

Necessary part of your society
Translator of your dreams
Carriers of your burdens
Angels, will open gates
To your blessings

We are the lacks
That take your lack
We are the homeless, not hopeless
This makes us richer at hereafter
When death opens the gate
To the second phase.