This was written some time back. After constant motivation, I decided to give other poetic genres a try. This is again another experiment in poetry. I hope it is satisfactory for the audience. However, I shall beg mercy for not being able to name this venture.Hope it is good.
Long as the shadows grow,
A ragged figure crouches down
Oft I have seen him bend and break
A pile of papers for a bed, dirt his crown.
A smile so infectious, he waves,
Yet the kid scoots, searching eyes hidden away.
Disgusted, seems the baker across,
Locking the wares, a closure to his day.
The banker invades the old man’s land,
Treads the insignificant with calm and ease.
The smile undying, still ; Pass as you will,
He never complains, but joyfully shares a piece.
Secrets spill out , he pulls out a wrapper
A forager’s victory , his eyes shine bright
Contentment in each morsel, the counted few
I see ,as I draw my curtains close for the night.
