I saw a middle aged man of forty,
Standing near the parapet wall dirty!
Standing with one leg, the other leg missing,
Shouting repeatedly I am a beggar boy, begging!
Sorrow on the face whenever people seeing,
Otherwise his face was frequently smiling!
A few persons offered coins on the cloth spread,
One or two persons stopped for a while, inquired!
With curiosity one naughty boy asked the reason
For loss of one leg; what he will do during rainy season!
Another elderly person felt pity on him,
Asked what he will do if he gets pain!
The beggar said, ‘I will change the leg’ and showed,
The elderly person swooned seeing what he did!
Life can be so hard for some people. We have to do all we can to be a beacon is society for others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some beggars are too clever! They act out many tricks to earn sympathy and extract money from others! As a result it is very difficult to make out the genuine lot who really need to be supported! ! We should learn how to differentiate the genuine from the sham! A fraudulent practice brought out through a rhyming poem! !