VagabondA Poem by writer in trialWandering in an empty street He has got nothing to do Kicking those empty cans Murmuring songs looking up the stars Someone should hold his hand And show him the right way to go These good things aren't gonna work anymore Sniffing whites will cure it all Laughing at himself He knows he has no respect Where’s the beginning Where’s the end He’s struggling To find the purpose of his existence Walking over miles and miles Looking at people Sailing on the same boat How emotions will grow If the base is so concrete “Sad world, sad people” He said. “I am a vagabond whose journey has no end”. © 2013 writer in trialFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorwriter in trialBangalore, KARNATAKA, IndiaAboutWell hello everyone :D I know i am not a very skilled writer. But i just love to write because i feel happy from inside when i convert my thoughts and feelings to writings. No matter how silly and .. more..Writing
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