O, just look at him
Through straight eyes of your heart
The frail man
In shabby clothes with inner smart
Unshaven, unheeded
Smiling ever at poverty of the rich
Cleft and bereft
Of health of soul lost in a dark ditch.
O, just look at him
Through the open door of your soul
His love for the dogs
Sharing his alms from the beg-bowl
With honest fondles
All along the dehumanized highways
Of affluent society
Scintillant with unpleasant blue rays.
