Years ago, when I was a young schoolboy In my black and white school uniform clothes In the nearby school, beside the old Shiva temple Few blocks away from my old village home I always saw you near the big garbage can Where we threw our leftover lunch You always fought for your food With those ugly birds, cats and those dogs Today, after all these years in my life You recognized me without doubt When I stood behind you for my food Among the hundreds of other inmates of all kind To me, you and me looked alike and the same Among the many convicts and the innocents here Uncertain of our future, imprisoned by our pasts In our white cotton-ware with a black lining on itBirth sign: Taurus
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