Loafer

Rag of bones, a wanderer, 

Paused in front of alehouse, 

Unnoticed, he stood there;

And the sun rose and set 

Without finishing his wish.

He ran through the alleys, 

and his nose stopped him, 

But none gave him a loaf.

Paused in front of the shrine too, 

But none paused for a glance of him, 

Unnoticed, he stood there;

And wind passed without meal.

Atlast he embraced the soil, 

to be fed by hungry flees.