The
unkempt cyclist
Pedalling
on the centre of road
Dreaming
about his life
How
could he end up like this?
The
youth had gone
The
life on the twilight zone
He
has lost his focus
He
landed up as unkempt cyclist
Sometimes
he will beg
Around
the market and coffee shops
The
regulars know about him
With
some money he will buy toddy
If
he wants to
He
will dress properly
Sitting
in the coffee shop
Looking
at the people around
Maybe
he pretends
The
life he wants to lead
No
hard work on his time
A
sorrowful face and dirty clothing
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