we the native of the street
Holed-up under bridges
we are necessary
major fragments of the globe
As the day chameleons to night
you slumber in the warmth of your beds
and the warmth of your loved ones
we also embrace the cozy
cardboard bed laid on stinks
as the night inject us with
cool breeze and endurance
we sleep and dream
and have conferences with
the indigenes on the elusive world
when it's a day in bundle
We pack our belongings
and move on with our days
standing, kneeling and bending
to beg for alms just for the day
necessary parks of your society
translators of our dreams
carriers of our burdens
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