My name is Kuda

This is what I am in the world;
a little nobody with no home -
a dot in the vast expanse.
If I disappear - no one will notice,
if I get sick - no one will care.
Ofttimes I go hungry
but no one will share their food with me.
My name is Kuda.

The street is my definition of home,
there is no house but shelters
I run to from the rain.
I live my life one garbage can at a time
sifting through what people throw out:
one man´s rubbish is another man´s meal.
My name is Kuda.