Dawn signals time to unfold the blanket,

His eyes embrace reality as eyelids part.

“Oh the same rugged miserable life”, the old man exclaims.

As he sits on where he previously slept.

His eyes search around for his daily bread,

And triumphs for he reserves some,

Yet there are days scarce penny.

Morning meal is his day dream.

His eyes move around coordinating his hands,

With fingers pointing up in a sight of helplessness.

Each pedestrian increments his hopes.

His heart shatters every time time he’s left sans help.

But his fingers turn towards earth for blessing,

Each time he receives a penny.

Morning passes as noon commences

His hands count the pennies.

Had they been optimum,

He would have satisfied his crave for a mid-day meal.

Noon gives way for evening to arrive

He continues his job, coz

His old weary body has no alternative.

Night falls as he counts again,

Setting off for his first and final meal.

Returning back to his place,

Lying down on the same open ground,

His eyes close with a wish.

A wish that they never open again.

This isn’t the end, hold on.

His slumber initiates a dream.

A dream where he emancipates his emotions into a family,

A family having his son, his wife and his daughters.

A family where he is taken care of!

A family who he takes care of!

He hugs them all, as tears ooze out of his eyes.

Life’s such sunny!

 But,

The villain- The dawn, breaks to interrupt.

           ----------------------------Composed By 

                                                              PRANAV KUMAR