Just Another DayA Poem by Anonymous/Anjaan ( Yash V.)the writer's wondering about the less lucky....... ND thank You Phill Collins for inspiration......... Its a curse to be Homeless ;(Just Another Day I am here sitting on my rest chair having a sip of coffee a pack of cigars in my pocket and a bonfire. Outside of my window there's a kid peeping mouth watered. His mother calling him as a new car passes by. Small kids carrying bricks on their bright minds talking about dreams talking about the beatings they got from their alcoholic fathers. But still smiling. A girl with blisters on her sole comes to my palace for water. After getting it she feels like receiving a eternal soup. But then I feel like my soul's getting goosebumps I feel that somewhere its playing "Another Day In Paradise" But then what's the matter its JUST ANOTHER DAY FOR ME
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