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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Homeless I lived, without even a marked territory to claim as my own! How I wished I had access to a mattress to lay my weary body or a ceiling under my head! But I had no place to be in I have slept in roach infested tunnels, under bridges and doorways, walked alone through city streets- a shadow lost in the absence of light. In the night I have walked through empty streets where feral cats and dogs, stalked. During day, people would walk past me Looking away as if I were a plague Amid the crowd, I searched for a kind face But I could see none. Sometimes, a hand would occasionally toss a coin or two into the begging bowl by my side. In the absence of a marked territory, I kept walking from place to place, until my muscles ached and my legs refused to budge an inch or take another step. I lived poor, so poor, a lost soul in every way. When I died, my body was wheeled in a hearse, with a few following me, with hesitant steps, more as a custom than a gesture true. The open gates of the walled cemetery, allowed a glimpse of the newly dug grave. In a remote corner it stood, close to an overgrown hedge, among many a mound that bore no name on it. Oh, the indigent and the lonely are destined to huddle together in death under the sod with their identities merged into a single clan! My body when swiftly lowered to the pit and as everyone left to join the rage of life, I pondered, how on this Earth the distinctions of rank extend down unto dust and follow one like a faithful mongrel While the rich lie in mausoleums and in tombs with their names engraved on marble slabs, think of the many, mere chaff in other’s eyes who, in life or death, are never fated to be in marked territory! A torn page from life’s tome! A story ended and deleted forever!
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