A Be-Ggar Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No one opts for unless forced
Inner soul feels guilty with remorse
Yet that is compulsion
No one desires it even amidst confusion

It is curse to be called beggar
*Daridranarayan* in new avatar
Daily blessing all for little food
Respond to appeal and offer for good

Charity is not offered daily
It is done with insult really
No one parts it with smiling face
Only left over food is offered in such case

Body is able but no backing
No one thinks of utilizing and stacking
Their place for honorable living
Payment for real labor and relieving

Yes some kind of rehabilitation is warranted
Their place in society is hopefully wanted
They are very much part but really not blessed
God has given hands but helplessly chased

I shall only think and do nothing
Express pity but no offer for something
The beggar passes off and so our feeling
Our sympathy remains behind as concealed

It is gigantic task and needs some consideration
Not all can be rehabilitated at one place with concentration
Many may still want to be in same position
As it provides them no other alternative under superstition

*Daridranarayan… God's incarnation
*Be—(without) .. Ghar(home)