Hope At Dusk

This morning when i woke up Not actually waking up because i had not slept But when morning came I watched as the people passed by me Along this corridor that was my home The only faithful counterpart i had Because unlike many others it refused to possess doors That the people would close for the street kid not to enter This morning i overheard a conversation As they vowed to throw me out of this corridor Saying i was making it filthy and scaring away their customers And because people like us cannot compete with the people I knew it was going to happen This evening when i came from my usual rounds I met someone who opened a page of new troubles for me Announcing that he was there to make sure i never slept in that corridor Not because he had anything against me But because the people had said so Now as i sit on this river bank I envy the waters and the power they possess The people cannot throw them out of their channels And the stars too amaze me because they can shine when they want And the people cannot put them off like many other lights The waters and the stars remind me something the people cannot do They cannot control destinies, mine included I therefore resolve to shape my destiny and give meaning to my life So tomorrow morning when i wake up Not actually waking up because i will not sleep But when morning comes, i will begin a new journey After all, may be it was not a page of new troubles But a page of new hope to live like the people.