Wealth Unclaimed
Compulsory contentment shown by this man
above whose temple a large bridge passes
and his spacious serenity glorified by highways
and his dwelling in a direct romance with the skies.
Cars uncountable, his sight delights
while people visit and pass but with no attraction.
Cleaners and sanitary officers in government clothing;
who are his usual unofficial employees.
Struggling with busy-faced and fast paced individuals
becoming his live event without a screen.
But when the rains begin and the sun scorches
he’ll hide in his rags and face the challenge of homelessness.
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