Slur on the lake
Beautiful lake surrounded by flowers, butterflies & the birds.
On the bank scenario was like a heaven.
Cool & mild breeze was blowing.
Marigold & rose were blossoming.
Fragrance of flower was in the atmosphere.
Children, ladies & men were enjoying on the bank.
On the road side a young lady with her kid was begging.
Everything on the lake was beautiful except the beggar.
The beggar on the spot was like a slur on the lake.
I realize that the beggars are like a slur not only on the lake but on the whole human society.
We must fight against the problem of beggars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poverty is an ancient crisis on every nation though much worst to the corrupt regions.........true we must do something to help the beggars but the change will start from themselves always! ! !