Beggar
The last time i was in a train
My face shrunk seeing the dirt.
Desperate was i to escape the flith,
When came a soul,a saviour;
A soul whom we hate
As they lay their hands to beg,
A soul seeing whom we move aside
As they approach us for the slightest mercy,
A soul at whom we dont even look at
As they cry for a priceless penny.
Such is the soul,
Who stinks,
And on the spit he sits;
He does not mind cleaning the dirtiest hell
He does not mind even if you dont love him;
Its nothing but his little expectations,
That he reaps in his glowing eyes
And thrives in his whispering sighs.
I felt like hugging the little Jesus
I felt like crying seeing his laid out palm
Without a penny;
I gave him five rupees
Such a beggar was I.
Desperate was i to escape the flith,
When came a soul,a saviour;
A soul whom we hate
As they lay their hands to beg,
A soul seeing whom we move aside
As they approach us for the slightest mercy,
A soul at whom we dont even look at
As they cry for a priceless penny.
Such is the soul,
Who stinks,
And on the spit he sits;
He does not mind cleaning the dirtiest hell
He does not mind even if you dont love him;
Its nothing but his little expectations,
That he reaps in his glowing eyes
And thrives in his whispering sighs.
I felt like hugging the little Jesus
I felt like crying seeing his laid out palm
Without a penny;
I gave him five rupees
Such a beggar was I.
posted by sundae @ 12:00 PM
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