Suicidal thoughts,

Sleepless nights

And hallucinations

Were all I knew,

I was even getting used to borborygmus

An empty stomach rumbling,

Nothing to swallow,

Not even a drop to drink.

I couldn’t even afford a single gum to chew,

Cardboards and plastics were all I owned

Sleeping on the streets even felt comfortable unless it rained,

My life was meaningless and hopeless

I even knew all the dustbins in town,

Yes, leftovers were all I ate,

I never bathed unless it rained,

‘Can you please help me buy something to eat

those words were a song I sang every day,

until I met Phakade, I mean BI Phakade.