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Like my other poem Madras, this poem was written after observations made and discussions with Indian people in both Chennai and Mumbai, in those days, between 1989 and 1991, still called Madras and Bombay respectively. It must be said that the business of begging is not confined to India.

A crippled mass of beggars Each at the corner of every street Deformed by cruel and greedy hands They perform their daily feat Of scrounging from the passers by The people in their cars Their pathetic, doleful entreaties Oh, how my heart it scars Yet who is the beneficiary In this profit-full career? I'm sure it's not these limbless souls Whose lives are not there nor here....... Whose plight we don’t wish to hear

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Chuck Melugin

Date: 7/29/2014 12:21:00 PM

The poet and the poor......one writes...both cries. my best, chuck