The Richest Beggar
On the roadside, beneath the street lamp
Sits a beggar and his hair are drenched in dirt.
In the winter dusk , his worn out clothes
Were not covering him completely.
The dew started falling, and he started shivering,
And the crowd is still passing , neglecting him,
After some time, he started smiling
I wondered, "what an irony ! A man in such a
Bad condition, can even laugh at someone!"
But that was not a teasing smirk or an arrogant smile.
It was a self satisfactory smile,
He took his 'RUMAAL' , opened its knot
And took out a bread .
But he didn't eat it , he sensed it.
He was proud of his whole day's income
He was just going to eat it, but a dog came to him ,
It was on three legs , a limb broken,
Apparent greed was shining in its eyes for the bread ,
He laughed , and didn't hesitate a bit to give the bread away.
He is still, lying there, with his empty stomach,
But with his satisfied soul!
"Oh lord ! No one is more richer than him today.
His richness has made me a beggar"!
Copyright © Alok Yadav | Year Posted 2021
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