Monday, September 16, 2013

fuck off...my dreams are my own...


i maybe
homeless
hungry
disease
prone
all alone
like you
i have
no money
just flesh
bones
no wallet
no mobile
phone
my life
fucked
all over
in muted
tones
no aadhar
no udhar
no ladies bar
drugged
stoned
i live on
society's
leftovers
the garbage
bin hears
my groans
i am the
master
of my destiny
my roadside
throne ,,,

they call me gardula drug addict ,,,once i was one of your own...on the streets that i stalk you had me thrown..

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