Dust of the Road

I always walked to and fro,

But no one paid attention then.

I asked for alms, but they never gave,

Cause they thought I was a nuisance.

I never understood why they hated me?

Or why they always wanted me dead.

All I know is that I’m forced to keep moving

As am Dust of the Road, like they said.

SuVi

(written when I was in School)