As an ubiquitous figure
He wanders hither and thither
On the fields, along the roads
Wherever his mind goads
Disgusted with life as lived
He walks bare and half naked
Not showing off in fineries
He is robed just enough to conceal
Covered in dirt and dusty grime
He eats to live regardless of time
Sky above and earth below as hovel
He cares not on the place to dwell
Is life’s essence cracked after all
By this roaming seeker?
Is there eminence in
the crazy lunatic snigger?
PS: I saw a very old man, supposed to be homeless on the streets, his face showed wisdom and clarity, that was missing in his appearance, I tried to decipher his thoughts and I humbly dedicate this to him, my dear old man wandering in the streets...