Is India the land of beggar? You go wherever
Some rag clad souls, with some empty bowls
Or extending palms, beg you for a coin or alms
Until you are pity and kind, they dog you behind
For a bit relief to gain, of hungry stomach pain
Indian beggars are, very miserable creatures,
Hopeless and hapless, find complete helpless
Get no sympathies, except from kind ladies
No ways and means, conditions are very grim
Sufferings extreme, beyond thought or dream
In severe cold they lie, under the misty open sky
In scorching summer sun, they could not but run
On street or lane, begging for coin, pulse or grain
From door to door, but mostly abused or no more
Wanted to be seen, standing-by disgusting obscene
Mostly are crippled and infirm, live only on alms
Get help by chance, people think them nuisance
What Govt. has done, is like a drop of water in ocean
Let NGOs also address; total effort may relive distress
It is our society's curse; let us liberally open our purse
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There are so much rehabilitation measures from NGOs and Government but these people always opts out for freedom and anyway life miserable.