He was homeless when the pilgrimage started. 
He was a pilgrim, seeking home. 

Homeless; he travelled. 

He went to distant lands ;

Manned and no-manned . 

He talked with strangers,

He laughed with unknowns. 

He slept alone, he slept with bodies. 

He sat by the side of a young boy on a dark night 

And looked after him for a few days. 

He covered miles and miles.. Homeless. 

He helped the beggar on street of one city

He worked in a restaurant of another one. 

He skipped meals, he got satiated. 

He shared his assets with hollow men, women and dogs. 

He got in trouble, he got blessings. 

He visited shrines, brothels, and museums. 

He gave his shoes to a young fellow. 

He got free bread crumbs by a middle aged vendor. 

He saved a dog from a gang of teenagers in a slum, 

And got bit by one when he entered a mansion for seeking help. 

Homeless, he travelled distant lands. 

He hopes for a home. 

He hopes for a home. 

He will find it soon. 

Or he has? World. One world. 


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