The Life of an Abandoned

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In the deep dark nights of lonely streets

I walked slowly towards the streetlights

For, it’s where I live now

For it’s where my new home is now

I am neither the diseased nor an orphan

But an old, abandoned by my own blood

For now I am too old tool, that’s of no use

For which they have no space to spare

But just to trash out

I never born as a beggar nor a disabled

My hands just shiver a lot at this age

Making me fail to work but only to beg

For now, I am too old to be a useful tool that works

I made a home & brought up my kids

Like the sons & daughters of the kings

But now I find no shelter in the hearts of my own  

What a pet dog of ours has a privilege for

I am not alone here

But with those all men who are homeless

Living together under same hope

For we are just the abandoned but not the cursed 

I want to live before I can die,

But not to live dying every day until I die

That’s why I walked out towards these streetlights

For now, that’s where my life is

For now, that’s where my death is 

-Ravi(R)