I walked on the streets of my home town

Last night, it was, raining cats and dogs

I needed an umbrella, like that of a gown

Of a princess. All I wanted were few hot-dogs

To warm myself up, in the chilling weather

I passed on, I saw everything, all around

So lonely it was – as if from a flock, a cock feather

Flew to a place, where loneliness didn’t bound.

I could finally land myself at a place,

Far away from where I did start

Because there I found a flock, in a vase

Of feathers, I found a shop – so smart

It was, even on the road side and in rain

That is so heavy, it managed to give

All of us a better feed, and the main

Of it collected well, the petty we give.

There was an old woman who begged-

“Just for her feed”, and the people

Quite reluctant-they were, as if hugged

To a smelly, filthy person. For an apple

I looked into my bag, and I felt sorry

I had almost nothing, I was a basket

Completely emptied, but don’t worry

I have a better heart, not a market

Of the things like greed, envy, jealousy

I asked her to put forth her hands,

She did it, I saw her hands – so lousy

They were, I couldn’t stop myself – musical bands

Of mercy were being played in my heart

I lend all the food which for myself I bought

And it was to my astonishment, her heart

Couldn’t see her feeder hungry, thought

She, to lend me back the food I gave

But for her, I took a half so as to waive

To her greatness, and this night it is

To me to remember all my life with ease.