He roamed the busy streets in his grimy shirt
People looked at him like he was no less than dirt
He knocked and peeped through tinted windows
But those who had would just raised their brows
The cold nights were full of silent agony
A scant paper he slept on comfortably
The bugs and buzz he never paid attention
Because at night they were his only companion
The mornings he greeted with pensive smile
When he saw girls and boys while
Moms and dads at their sides passing by
The he looked around him and solemnly sigh
Sometimes at night his sobs filled the alley
No one was there to wrapped his wiry body
But then he was just a young boy so tired
He would just slept everything he had cried