The stone pillow by the roadside shares my burden <br />And I have nothing to lose as I do not have any personal belongings, <br />So, I am not worried about thieves. <br />Though I sleep under the starry night stars belong to the sky <br />And I have only one friend an old rat who comes for a turnip. <br />He's so grateful as he only eats half and the rest keeps for me. <br />We used to sing together in lonely nights <br />Moon listens but very quiet. <br /> <br />* I dedicate this scribbling to the poet Charles Bukowski for his great poem 'A Man'.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dark-palace-illuminate-by-street-lamps/
