City of Paupers

You name it ‘the city of dreams’, I m alien to this city Such an enigmatic crowd, paupers full of versatility This isn’t an account on beggars, I m not here to preach Just amazed how varied ways of begging are adopted by each Some pinch their infants and make those innocent souls weep Some victim to physical violence, those wounds so deep With messed up hair, gloomy look and a torn soiled sari She would skillfully mint money from every new Ferrari Some charming kids dancing on the beats of hit Bollywood numbers Some play instruments listening to which every mind slumbers Some holy angels shower their blessings on you Some question your humanity, humans are left so few And paupers like you and me, fall prey to their plead Lending just a rupee, to our poverty that won’t lead With these poor sentiments, we paupers are born A rupee leads to another and the show goes on…