Stray from birth,
Born in bunch I'm with my others brothers and sisters,
Yet few will end the span with me,
For this world is cruel that what I see,
You can't stay in one place,
For the world wouldn't want you to stay,
I roam here and here,
Dodging from stones and abuses,
Not successful at dodging at time,
Owned by no one,
Yet owned by the world,
The people say their life is hard,
Live mine,
No roof and no guaranteed food,
Yet I yearn for that slight love,
For a little touch of affection and words,
That what I want,
The motherly earth is my bed,
Here I lay and here shall die,
Unattended and alone,
From Earth I'm formed and here shall I perish like all. . . .
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