Saturday, November 13, 2010

Poem 42- Bad Man

He smoked a cigar
and I saw him going to the bar
He is a bad man people said
the street is his house and bed

Even though he is a beggar
about his life he has no fear
He tells he wants to die
nobody knows why

On my way
I see him every day
that man is sometimes funny
he asks me for money

That man though bad
must also be mad
to ask money from a child
Isn't he wild?
-Gaurang Rao


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