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of no fixed address

By neha bhat

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Kraal to kraal Road to road. Place to place. I have been among every race. Never belonged here. Never there. Even in my own house, I was just a stranger. Now in the world on People’s sufferance. I do not beg. But people— Feel sorry for me. Poor. Homeless. Me. No! Not long ago I Wasn’t homeless. Not me. Then Why now? People ask— Don’t you have a home now? I say nothing left to call home. Now. No people. No places. No love No faces. All have become strangers, Just suddenly. But why tell them I was disowned? So here I am— All alone. Uncared. Alone. Moving along, Door to door. And life’s caravan also moves. Clime to clime Without a fixed address Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 07:13 PM PST   10 • 5 • 1

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