Homeless...

Dispossessed is the waif once the trust is broken

Each deed becomes a questioning flake

In the murky corners of the shaken

Thus everytime earning ridicule with a new namesake

A conniving heart is the itinerant

Hopping from one check post to the other

Dissipated and dejected is then the aspirant

Juggling between the whimsical stringent abolisher        

A Life with no aim catapults the destitute

On the shores of labor like a stone

Time & again kicked sans achievement for the institute

Eventually, leaving with nothing to declare to anyone

Yes you are homeless if the house is not a home

And is everything but a comforting zone

Egging on you like a dagger so gruesome

Finally, killing you every minute and leaving you all alone

Tis not too late if the zeal is intact

Nothing is impossible if the spirit is invincible

We live only once is the age-old fact

Ergo, time to pull up the socks and make it all possible.