Home for Christmas
by Lencio Dominic Rodrigues

Beneath the flickering lights of the alley,
Beside an unpainted wall,
Lays his home overwhelmed by misery.
A company in his own self,
He alone, with no one else.
Amidst the garbage bins of the city,
Awaits him - a gorgeous treat,
Delighted by the stalest morsel,
He thanks the Almighty,
For that corner on the dingy street,
As he devours the sumptuous meal.
Deep behind his hollow eyes, lies a smile,
Buried long ago in the past.
The color of soil equals to his rags.
No doubt as to what he wears,
Sometimes, a tattered muslin
Slips down his waist.
Estranged by society,
Cheated by destiny, he drifts,
Into another year, another Christmas tide,
Making every street, a home to lie,
Under the canopy of starless sky