a skull cap protects his head ,
dog like legs he moves ahead .
.the sweaty street serves
as his bed .in a bowl he is
fed sometimes he curses
his fate wishes he was dead
..hands legs spread..those
who created him at birth fled ..
living dread ..his eyes
reflect his pain his pathos blood
red ,,underfed ..the sweat of his
brow he earns his daily bread
