A Stranger in the City
He does an incredible feat
While the world moves meaningless
Abandoned on the street
Roams the man with the dirty face!
A cruel fast-paced heartless city
Where nobody has time for him
None tells him a word of pity
The nights fade the days dim.
Yet unmindful of all
The ragged holds his head high
He still can walk tall
Without a hint of sigh!
The odd man out in the city
An animal, a mad scavenger
He needs no words of pity
He's happy to remain a stranger.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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