They live there
Just there under my nose
The streets I call home
Their home
They pick from the garbage
Where I dump things
My home
Their home
But with Covid-19
Things have changed
They have disappeared
Into unseen homes.
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by Ananya S. Guha / May 3rd, 2020
They live there
Just there under my nose
The streets I call home
Their home
They pick from the garbage
Where I dump things
My home
Their home
But with Covid-19
Things have changed
They have disappeared
Into unseen homes.
This article was posted on Sunday, May 3rd, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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