In tatters, naïve, covered by mud and dust
Aged curls, ignorant of water for ages
Wrinkles concealing howling petite eyes
Says a tale something miserable but optimistic
Known to me as a customary gatecrasher
Unknown, what he carried in his big bags
Never worries when people yell at him
Never concerns responding harsh queries
Was he mad? No he is never senseless
Was he a beggar? No in no way he pleads
Was he deaf? No he hears blowing horns
Was he a thief? No steals thrown out wastes
One fine evening my quest had an end
Reality painted a wonderful answer
A rag picker, he sells whatever collected
Little he earns would feed him the day.
Unknowingly promoting an eco friendly world
Person I admire for his boundless strong will
Lesson he renders is a priceless treasure
Unknowingly he has become a heroic citizen
