A Poor Beggar
We celebrate Valentines day , we celebrate Teachers day ,
we celebrate childrens day , we celebrate mothers day .
Alas ! Why we don't celebrate a poor beggar's day ?
A beggar on the roadside ,
With stick and a begging bowl on his side .
Life for him is a curse ,
He has nothing to purse .
He begs for alms
With his open palms .
Sometimes he will be obliged ,
with a happy feeling , he will be budged .
People scowl at him and glare ,
None thinks of his welfare .
His sorrows no one share ,
He has a small piece of cloth to wear ,
Which is big enough for him to cover his body bare.
He has to die with his ailments ,
Because he can't afford to pay for his medical treatments .
When he dies , no one is bothered about his funeral ,
No one makes him a sepulcher ,
Because he is a pauper
Hence he is a beggar .
Life for him is woe ,
Hope is dumb.
The world says go ,
And the grave says come .
-GTR
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