Begged Possession
The light was dim, the corner was damp
In the darkness sat a beggar
An empty bowl beside,with a small lamp.
The clock on the tower was showing nine
At night; the beggar looked
And shivered, the breeze was blowing fine.
The streets were deserted, not a soul,
The beggar looked down
And sighed, not a coin in his bowl.
The lamp, deprived of oil,started flickering,
Now both darkness and dampness,
Oh! What a life he was enduring!
Ragged and tattered, no shelter or food,
Nobody now to beg to,
On the pavement now, nobody stood.
Leaning against a cold mossy wall,
He closed his eyes, and
In the land of dreams, he started to fall.
All of a sudden, there were sound of boots,
The beggar opened his eyes;
Two men coming, in the most elegant suits.
A sudden joy rushed through his mind
If only something to get
Maybe they'd be less harsh, more kind.
And so he managed to call one of them
And asked for a coin -
But, surprisingly today, his head hung in shame.
The two looked at him with plain faces
And he felt like being beaten
By a hundred maces.
And when he managed to look up,
They had gone -
The two of them, without a trace, had gone.
And he looked at his bowl,
Nothing...nothing...
Except, only one one coin of gold!
Awestruck, Fascinated, Amazed
He poised over his new possession,
By its shine, he was dazed!
But then, in an instance, he felt again -
Was that coin for him
A boon or a bane?
Would it urge him to create
A better world for himself -
Or would it throw him into
The shackles of greed and mistake?
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