I Didn't Know Poem by Mohammad Younus

I didn't know
Why did he stop me to see?
I got amused to find
A crowd of beggars selling
The hollow of their palms.

They show to the buyers their things:
their mouths full of poor words; and
their wet eyes gushing out tears,
and let them (if they care) peer,
at the poverty eating up them alive.

In their twisted scornful looks,
their buyers' faces are skewed;
They are pleased with their rejection,
And when they insist their buyers to buy
They spew filthy words at their faces.

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