Wandering on the streets,
With bare feet;
No one knows where they were born,
From where they come and where they are gone.
Some in search of history,
While some in need of discoveries;
Some searching for shelter,
Bearing the hot swelter.
No destiny and no destination,
No settlement and no installation;
Wandering around is their helplessness, not their fond,
That is the true life of a vagabond.
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PoetryThese are the poems related to the outside world and even about person's feelings. These will help to think about humanity,corruption and even about behaviour of humans.
