[POEM] Song of a Beggar

Heavy rain, never Stopped
Under the tree,
I sit there, shivering

Few People showed hands to Taxi
Paid Double and left
I sit there, shivering

A Fatman marched courageously,
And a couple kissed vigorously
I sit there, shivering

Everyone left.
I sit there
Under the tree , shivering,

But where shall I go?
This is my home.