A drifter on prowl

A drifter on prowl short poem

Moving from one green pasture to another

a lost ignorant soul

not absorbed by anything around

when he feels hungry he steals

when he feels scared he ravages

when he is happy, he sings

and dances to the tune

tune of an unheard song

he lives for today

with no thought of tomorrow

tomorrow might be a bright dawn

or a gloomy rainy day

he will face it when it comes

he will live it if it happens..

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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