The New Beggar
Every Friday he visits our home, promptly , He presses the calling bell and stands calmly. , I open the door and look at him keenly , He is a new beggar but he is dressed neatly.
I give him a ten rupee coin willingly, But he refuses to get it, hesitatingly, I am asking the reason for not getting the alms, He puts his finger on his nose and stays calms..
I have come to know that he is deaf and dumb, And he gets alms only from the women,
My wife has come and given him money, He nods his head and keeps it sweet as honey.
One day I see him near the Shiva temple, He reads an English daily and eats bread, And he is a great puzzle for me and others , I don't know about him,I am not a mind reader.
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