what is home to the vagabond soul,
spiralling,
splintering,
skewered,
unwhole,
plodding along
paths of
broken glass,
comforting,
cajoling,
assuring
my tattered soul:
these desolate moments
must
also
pass … … …
Scribbled Verse 
An oxymoron in that no home exists for the vagabond
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oxymoronic me 👍✌✊🐹
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♡
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💛💙
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The vagabond has been housed in his soul that is selfless and infinite , ask the heart to tear and no eye shall cry for the soul of the vagabond
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EXQUISITE. Sublime. Stirring and moving. 👍👍👍👍👍
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Lovely!♡
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The anonymous post on the vagabond was actually posted by myself as moollamd in response to your responses all the same I hope it was well received and a little more soul searching for all not only vagabonds but all destitute and homeless
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as always bade-bhaijaan, you remain my inspiration. You taught me at an early age about the need to speak up against injustice. I remain your chhote-bhai
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✌✊👍
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When we are moved by cats to write silly scribbles and we have Zuma at Luthuli House we have a struggle that is aluta continua or else we going down the path of hounds
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Bade-bhaiyya, long time no hear. Lots of love to all at home. Always your chhote-bhai Afzoo from the Delhi Zoo
All Power to THE PEOPLE 👍✌✊
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