World of a Pariah

In an abated world I live and sleep

In slums and rags I daily sleep

At dawn I wake up and start my search

To find a shelter where I can perch

People cater my hunger pangs with stone

And quench my thirst with angry moans

So, my lunch is made up of garbage cuisine

And for dinner a rotten toast is just fine

My names are in provision, but am still nameless

"Homeless" and "filthy" are a few which people have blessed

I am a species of animals, if scientists dare know

Quite identical to dogs, but who knows

I was also a family man a long long time ago

Maybe I was a father to somebody or a son, I don't know

Some glimpses I do remember of my kids playing

Some old faces I still remember which were graying

My religion is "food" for which I think we live

My aim is only a sleep which is peaceful and swift

My friends are these grounds, so sharp and plain

Though they provide me with a slumber full of pains

I cruise everyday on strange and grotesque grounds

I try to hide every night from life's cacophonous sounds

My job is to gaze in the stark wilderness all night and day

You may think it is a trivial occupation, but nay

I stare blankly at the night, so even a comely full moon

Has got no allure for me, but only mere gloom

I can never distinguish a night from a day

For me the time will always just sway

This world is benign you say, surely it is

Only in supplying me with pains and no bliss

I am bruised daily by being labeled "outcaste"

I die daily when my ego gets a blast

"Emotions" you say? I never heard of them

Must be something costly, sorry can't afford them

You "high-browed" run towards doctors when you feel sick

I self-medicate through narcotics...a smart trick

So, I have reached the point of agony so divine

Where sadness also at last becomes blind

Now I think my grain of life shouldn't have been sown

Then this “outcaste” moron shouldn't have been born...