Crazy worldly people

Stench. Torn clothes and dirty dreads

Teeth, blackish yellow. Finger nails long

Filled with dirts. Eyes black and wary

Broken lips with fresh wounds. Firm breast

Dangling from her worn out patched up

Rags. In her previous life, she must have

Been a goddess, for the beads in her waist are

Colorful. Both hands full of recycled objects

Probably her reward for the day’s scavenging

She tied stuffed clothes round her back like

A mother backing her baby, I was near tears.

How did such madness take over this beauty?

Lots of passerby, myself included-yet..

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