The Canto Of Begging - I Poem by murari sinha

when the morning sets in
with the sun rising in the east

i put on the dress of a beggar
extended up to the horizon

and the canto of my begging starts

i beg
beside the big-bazar
beside the fly-over
beside the college-campus
beside the cow-market

you then put your elbow
on the body of the day
giving a perfect and unbiased pose
to attached to the album of life

people of the working-class
spread hither and thither
to write some more decimal fraction
on the notebook of life