This busy world of million homes
Terrains of houses buzzing alone
The rustling leaves with autumns close
I stand alone in cross on stone
I walk alone in rain storm
No place to go , no bed to warm
While million world in peace and calm
But birds and beings seek nice and warmth
While I still and stare the whole
This world of homes and homeless zones
I have no home no place to sleep
I am a stranger but sorrows deep
I wonder if those who pass by
Feel my pain, in agony I cry
Not for mine but homeless like me
Who find no peace nor place to sleep
Spend nights on roads and streets alone
But hope one day, a home they own.
ShekinahToday 
This is a brilliant poem that really spoke to my heart, thank you……….
Touching.
Thanks