What is it that you’ve come to do
Where do you intend to go
You! in a blue suit, black tie
Where are you heading to?
Does someone wait for you fervently at home?
Someone who cares for you?
Does someone hold you tight at night?
Does someone love you?
Or is your life as blank as mine
As colourless and lifeless it be
No one to share a smile with
Are you lonely? Just like me?
Cause in your eyes I see a ‘vacant-ness’
An emptiness in your soul
Even though you try to hide it
Behind your fancy glasses and phone
Somehow I know Mr black tie
Though there is not much you would think I know
Beggars with matted hair and faces stained with grime
Are not supposed to see or think, or even have a mind
I sit all day on this pavement, with drool on my mucky face
As the world goes hurriedly by, I simply look and gaze
My eyes appear stupid but they are not, as silly as they seem
And though you never notice me, I watch you every day
Its true I am no scholar, I can’t even write my name
But ‘son’ pain, sorrow and loneliness,
They don’t see money or fame
And to recognize them,
One doesn’t need to know to read or write – Not even one’s own name.
And though its true
That I would do anything to be in your place
It’s also true that we are
Not that different, in many ways