A Letter From a Tramp
To Whomsoever It May Concern,
(It concerns me nought)
This is just for me to keep
A track of the tricked mind's inmost--
A gist of sufferings I ever got--
All Happiness I discern.
I never stood for a loss--
I'm moving everyday--
Those about call me a 'Ruffian',
A 'Mongrel', a 'Vagrant',
A 'Tramp', they say
Who's lived a life of low for a no-fair cause,
But I care not:
Care not I, 'cause I am free--
Not bound like everyone
Of these 'Worldly-wise'
Caged and tied-up
In their own misery...
I go about living this life
The way it's meant for all to live:
Often taking( I never stole )
What I need, from where I can--
Giving when I can give...
And I say, I may not have
A house to own--
A dwelling place sojourn;
I may not have brand-new clothes--
The shoes I wear are worn;
Even so, I may not be
A grand face to look at--
Far from the gentleman-ly acts
With branded stick and hat:
It's a fulfillment and content for me,
Just being a street rat..
Under this tree right now, and beside these rocks,
I sit to explain a life--
A life in my own walks--
Unlike a Hermit, who'd spend his everyday,
I waste not a moment
To slouch or reflect-on in dismay.
Only that I see this world and it's things
As a bait for me,
So I'm fulfilled and content--
Happy a rat to be...
So far so fine--if the World's not mine--
I wouldn't then respond
To the bait set in the Trap.
Signing--The Vagabond.
08/26/2011
Copyright © Akash Yadav | Year Posted 2011
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