I walk towards my workplace
My eyes turns suddenly
at the corner of the building
An old woman does something
on the green grass
She stands not wearing
anything underneath and
holds a little piece of
white fabric
I think I am right all along
when I handed you the bill
the first time I saw you,
I guess you no longer know
how to use it
You were sitting on the floor
looking at the road while
listening to the loud sound of the
passing cars or you could just be
staring into empty space
having messy and thick hair,
oily face, dry and grimy skin,
wearing shabby clothes
Looking deep into the windows of your
soul, it seems you are already
out of touch of the world you live in
Why you end up being a wandering mendicant?
What happened? What is your story?
What is going on in your mind
when you were still of sound mind
having to endure the pangs of hunger,
sweltering heat of the sun,
freezing cold night,
heart-squeezing loneliness,
homelessness, anxiety, surviving day
and night facing the unknown
and uncertainties of life?
How do you now see the world?
A world once full of joy and love
when you were delicate and young, but
has now turned into a dark place
You reminded of someone dear to my heart,
My mom, who I think is of the same age as yours
The later years of your life
won’t be spent with your loved ones
beside you brings immense grief
and melancholia
Early morning, I’m on my way to work
Will I see you again?
When I arrived, you are out of sight
I thought I would still see you
on the same spot, but not even
a trace can be found
As I’m writing this,
I hope wherever you are,
you have found a
better place to stay
and still safe
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