How different are you from these homeless of delhi
I ask myself
They who roam about the roads all alone
So do you
With nothing on their body but for tattered rags
While you wear shamelessly, your tattered ego
Smoking the cheapest filth they happen to get
Quite like you, getting high on whatever grains of love drop your way
Intoxication, their only escape from the harsh reality
So be it with you
Alienated, disowned by the world they belong to
I still dont see a difference
Begging for alms at the crack of dawn
Gathering what the rich discard
As You with the bowls of your eyes loiter begging for her sight
How different really?
I ask myself
No, not a lot
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