Homeless

In his dirty clothes and disheveled hair,
He looks at everyone with a mocking fear,
Muttering some words to himself,
He smiles after every few seconds,
Unaware of surroundings,
He makes different faces,
And then he looks at me,
With crude intentions.

Cursing the world for all its follies,
He fumes in anger and fury,
There was a man,
Who had lost everyone,
Home to him was a pavement,
Near to garbage bin.

As he walks toward the road,
And attracts sympathy galore,
'He is a mad man, please don't worry'
Someone screamed,
'So carry on honey'.