A gentleman walks out in the open
Hidden in a brilliant disguise
Fear is in his each step
Remorse in each deed.
His actions are clear
But not his intentions
Walking tortuous road
behind sinuous words.
Alleys are his home
Trash Can his meals
Royalty in his mind
Reality in the eyes of the world.
That never recedes
The coldness of his face
Against the warmness of his aspirations.
A gentleman's deed must inspire nobility
And in his heart he must be pure
Even if he eating from a trash can.