Stranger

Torn shirt and dwindling smile, 
He was here for a while

He walked with big sacks
may be filled with his precious stacks

Often greeted with stones, 
He was always a victim of chides

Day by day his sack grew bigger, while he waned to be thinner

Everyday we crossed path, but he didn't
show any wrath

We never had a word, but his despair did sing a thousand ballad!!