I am just a man in the street
Who knows my stock, my stint,
My wait and my thoughts?
I see the world as world naked
The way it exists, manifests and acts
No one wears goggles to conceal his leers
Nor veils to cover his dirty deals
Every good, bad and ugly feat
Is gazzetted by my sharp ommatea
I see them all, in awe, sometimes smiling
Sometimes surprising and often despising
One casual stroll into a crowded road
I collect enough meat to feed
The hungry poet lurking in my heart
Every morning I wake up happy
With handful of boisterous letters
That rear to fly free into the air
To create all around, terrible flutters
Man In The Street
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