Man oh man be kind, don’t be so mean <br />Leave for me a scrap, don’t lick it clean <br />Men of toiled hands, creasy worry face <br />My home is not forest, but this urban space <br />I love yer food so tasty, spicy, fried in oil <br />Peck at everything, even your bowel’s spoil <br /> <br />Man oh man be kind, don’t be so harsh <br />Leave a little space, my space is sparse <br />Men of busy walks, bushy knitted brow <br />My home is not forest, here only I grow <br />I love yer food so tasty, but it ain’t a shame <br />Pick up everything, even your spit and phlegm <br /> <br />Man oh man be kind, kindly look at me <br />Leave a little love, I love your company <br />Men fair and dark, having or lacking grace <br />My home is not forest, I live at your address <br />I love yer food so tasty, crunchy salty sweet <br />Pounce at everything, your waste becomes my treat <br /> <br />Man oh man be kind, I ensure your place don’t rot <br />Pay me your sight a little, spare me a kind thought <br />Men of all shades, all religion cast and creed <br />My home is not forest, your space is what I need <br />I love yer food so tasty, the smell when you unwrap <br />I’ll gleefully pick up, my friend’s throwaway scrap <br /> <br />Man oh man be kind, don’t feign you don’t care <br />I’m your all season mate, comrade of all weather <br />Men of generous souls, broad and golden heart <br />My home is not forest, I love to be your part <br />I love yer food so tasty, baked or fried in oil <br />Throw for me a crumb, a scrap for all my toil<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-home-is-not-forest/
