Sunday, September 11, 2016

The Retard


The human-bees swarm the station,
buzz about with apprehension.
Come morning, the grim faces
bustle without comprehension.


Amid this - lone stands a retard.
He hails, then smiles at each diehard.
A stranger to these strangers-
he mingles but they disregard.


Wonder-city.
Who needs pity?



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