UNDESIGNATED SURVIVOR

The smile of poor perfectness
Hurts but consoles the illiterates
With the foul fragrance
Of poverty and dacoit
In the streets they say
'The undesignated survivor'


They wobble wine glasses
into their thirsty stomachs
While their colleague
swim in the ocean of poverty
Poverty being his choice
of unwilling selection
Being the way he is,
'The undesignated survivor'

Beautiful women in their houses
Rich men came their spouses
While him being an admirer
Left only wishing,
"I wish she were mine."
That's he could say
'The undesignated survivor'

Loneliness his best friend
True and only friend
Consoles him with hugs
Providing saliva down his throat
"Is he a madman?"
The able passersby murmur
While his teammates call him
'The undesignated survivor'

Being the unluckiest
accused of incest
And murder of quest
His stale bread
Under his armpit
Wealth to him is a jest
Although he stood erect
Smiling to his imperfectness
Colleagues who inculcate
His neighbour's mockery
"The undesignated suvivor'

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