Sitting on the nook, the roughs of
the road
Bears an attire, dusty rags, torn
robes
Once they were glossy, washed in
petrol
Now looks aghast, spooky than a troll
Life undefined, death certain to
trigger
He begs for alms, Look He’s a beggar
Once he was rich, a man among Lords
Unholy were his traits for refused to
give
Today, yearning to be given, gorging
garbage to live
Punished by the gods, he kept a
selfish ledger
He Begs for alms! Look he’s a beggar
He ate roast lamb, Now seeks stale
bread
Kicked the lowly hard, Now takes
looks he would dread
In spite of his plight I feel his
lasting pain
Lost in despair, belly, back, one
plane
May god forgive thy soul, spare thee
to nature
He begs for alms, Look he’s a beggar
nice one...
ReplyDeletethank you aparna
ReplyDeleteMy Mad Poet you touch on a very sensitive area of life. I knew these mean streets and it was indeed sad. I have seen many a good man end up in the streets from causes many brought upon their own souls. The rich and powerful lay amongst the beggars and the poor are equal. Their rich garments no longer worn with snobbery as their standards along with them are brought to their knees. Very well written my poet friend, sad and poignant. But fully understood and never want to be homeless.
ReplyDeleteI feel the pain in this poem so deeply my friend. So sad and so true for so many whose life has taken an unexpected turn in life. Very moving and powerful writing, and worded so well. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteHey My prince this is beautiful as always...and painful..
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