A Beggars Cry Poem by Shanika marini Paul

The Beggar boy’s cry
Observe me I prey, for a while
As I walk The unseen side
Unseen to the unwanted, neglected eye

Lodged are my dreams, my yearns and desres
Of future dreams of every child
Ay! No one cares, no ones to blame
For I remain destinies waste

Doth The Creator wish me to remain
Useless and dumb, blind and vain
I’m certain not for I’m just a reminder
For those so perfectly and not any blinder
For be glad thou art perfect and sane
Always a boon and not a bane




By

Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(Cambridge) Trained Teacher(IMSD)