ME, The KING
I wake up when I want to,
Neither the hot Sun glaring at me,
Nor the blaring sounds of vehicles,
Can wake me up in the morning
I sleep on the best bed,
It doesn’t have soft feather foam,
It’s just a pavement neither do I share it,
Nor am I forced to sleep with people whom I don’t like
I don’t bath, brush or dress neatly,
Cause there is none that I have to impress,
I rule my own world,
For I am a king to myself
I eat a variety of foods,
Ranging from rotten vegetables to left-over biriyani,
My dinning table may be the dustbin,
But I eat in peace with no vengeance
Though I have no companion,
I love my solitariness,
For there is peace in it,
Unlike people who live with namesake relatives
Morning, noon, or night all are the same to me,
I live a life of happiness,
None to care, none do I bother about,
It is my life
I hear sighs of people, who pass by me,
“What a happy man, sleeping on road,
with legs crossed, not bothered about anything”
For money doesn’t interest me
But still few people look at me and say,
“Poor Mad man” and drop a paisa or two,
For they don’t realize my life is better than theirs,
I am the king of my world.
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