It just happened. While going through a magazine, thought made me to scrible this poem. It's nothing much.
I am a beggar, you are a learner
A homeless person, I sit here like all
A vagabond trying to figure the definitions of my life.
As learner, as novice, you discern it all.
Still you are no proficient, you are an amateur.
I know it all. Like all vagabonds, I know it all.
You may well reach heights; I will be where I am; for certain.
Still I know it all!
You are under a roof, I have sky. I know it.
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