Oct 2018
Sometimes walking on my way home
I used to wonder who owned the road
But, when I saw abandoned souls without phones
I realized that they paid "the place" more attention
Than pedestrians in the traffic-zone
Always busy texting
I used to wonder who owned the road
But, when I saw abandoned souls without phones
I realized that they paid "the place" more attention
Than pedestrians in the traffic-zone
Always busy texting
Homelessness brings you on the streets.
(27/M/New Delhi, India)
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