The flood victims lost everything
Endured everything
The cramped evacuation centers
Queuing for the foods
The bottled water
The used mats
The used blankets
The used clothes
The used shoes.
The used underwear
In the wasteland roamed
The neighborhood lunatic
Trailing foot marks on the muddy roads
Carrying all his worldly possessions
The bundle of rags on his back
The plate
The spoon
The laddle
And the pot tied to his waist.
He won’t need the used mats
The used blankets
The used clothes
The used shoes
The used underwear
As extra baggage on his back
But queued for the noodles and canned goods.
The derelict would not sleep in evacuation camps
He can sleep anywhere.
