The man who begs

For the pleasing looks on his face -
The wrinkles still unborn over the days,
For what he walks beyond his strength?
To race beyond his propellant memories.


The day he sits around the corners-
Of the rugged streets with his inborn sanity,
Still dreaming for other's mighiteousness
Always lost to the world, is it not to blame?


War and terror,science and histories -
Does the real world race with him at loss,
Whom to judge,is it a unpardonable act or crime?
Of this unquestionable role he takes.


Nature throwing man to innumerable rotations -
Still under the current of future's predictions,
Life still worthy for all humans born now
Can you foresee the truth of living?


Will i teach him this scene of life -
Like what others revolutionize with time,
Beyond hopes and beyond my reach
Whom to say, is not his life in the brim of breach?


Politicians at risk to live for their bread and money -
No answer for this mouse caught in life's rigs,
Beneath the commons court would we lead
Once, really this man from his blinded creech;


This man i thought will leave his present -
All with the glory of some ingredient to life,
Then he runs beyond all his lazyness
To quote, then will we really rest with gratitude at his loss?