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A famished, ill-clad beggar stands Amidst some barking dogs! All searching through the garbage-dump For left-over food, fast; Each taking turns at emptying, The things inedible; Their hunger-pangs can drive them mad; Will Dame Luck smile on them?
His eyes keep straining just for food, On plantain-leaves by luck; The scorching sun can’t bother him, Nor can the stench within; His pangs of hunger goads him on To lick the residue; His face keeps smiling when he sees, A morsel of cooked grain!
The dogs are happy biting bones, Though meat, they never meet; He’s back to work upon the pile And sorts the rocks from leaves; There’s silence excepting the noise Of scrambling for food found; The garbage-dump’s a blessed spot, Where man and beast share food!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-19-2005
Dr John Celes
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Indira Renganathan
(5/4/2009 4:52:00 AM) |
The last line speaks out a dogmatic truth...not only the beggar but also the rich people enjoy sharing their food with their pets while dining...a very catchy poem...thanks for sharing
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Penny Hemans
(10/5/2007 7:40:00 AM) |
excellent description of how the beggar feels and waits... I can just see his sad eyes watching for ay leftovers... xxPenny
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Raul Castelan
(6/23/2007 8:16:00 PM) |
My, my, my, I had never read a poem like this before, but it was a very good one. The way you flowed and the way you expressed yourself. BRAVO! ! !
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Prasanna Kumari
(9/29/2006 11:16:00 AM) |
this is a nice poem bringing out the pathos at the suffering of this world
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