homeless man

beyond tears, beyond agony and pain
lives a life which has nothing else to gain

little does he have as, in living means
and all he hopes is relief from some pain

in moonsoon as world waits for rain
he prays for not much for him to drain

his house has no roof nor any walls
he does not try to hide clothes stains

tattered, torn, barely there cloth he wears
all attempts to cover body go in vain

I wonder how he lives in chilly winters
and how does he manage his grain

and yet I see him smiling on each day
and he does art with just a little fusain

I crib a lot for what I do not have here
and he is thankful for every little grain

Am worried living in a house, four walls
yet he sleeps peacefully without a curtain

he lives in house of content, happiness, joy
and we are in worry, greed even with swain

he is in his own heart, yet he is homeless
we living in homes secured yet complain