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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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