I Wondered Who the Beggar Was
Empty pockets sticking out like a tongue,
I smiled a vague smile hard to comprehend,
And hoped my helplessness he'd understand,
The early sun mild like a child still young.
He smiled at my plight, gesturing at me,
I too what all I then had— a vague smile,
Misery appreciating misery!
Knew, it was not rehearsed, gag nor guile,
And tried to put me to ease: sure it’s fine,
Just good enough if one wishes to give,
Moved, I held his hand with the helpless mine,
His gesture touched me, was no small reprieve.
Strange, oft when we give, puny little give,
Without giving, so much do we receive!
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And for long after this incident I wondered who truly generous was; who the beggar was between two of us.
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Sonnets | 08.01.18 |
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2018
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