A Beggar Of Love! ! Poem by The Ashraf Sheikh

WALKING DOWN THE DUSTY ROAD,
THAT MERGED WITH THE ASPHALT.
I CAME ACROSS A DOOR,
THAT I SUPPOSED WAS OPEN FOR ALL.
AND THERE I STOOD HOPEFULLY,
FROM WITHIN THE LADY CAME.

THROWING AT ME A FEW PIECES OF BREAD,
THAT WERE LEFTOVER WITHOUT CLAIM.
SHE GAVE ME SUCH A STARE,
AS IF, A LUMP OF FLESH WAS I;
SHE SAW THE HUNGER IN MY BODY,
AND OVERLOOKED THE STARVING EYE.

I GATHERED THE FALLEN PIECES,
AND SILENTLY WALKED AWAY FROM THE SCENE.......
THE ROAD LATER LEAD ME,
TO A MIGHTY FENCED MANSION.
BUT THE HUMANS WITHIN I THOUGHT,
HAD INDEED LOST THEIR FREEDOM.

ON THE GATE I STOOD............
WHAT ON EARTH MEN WANTED? ; I THOUGHT!
WHEN ITS JUST A RIVER; MEANDERING ACROSS
A SUDDEN COMPLAINT, CAME FROM BEHIND THE BARS,

AND THE KEEPER SHOWED ME THE WAY DOWNTOWN.
THUS RUBBING SOME SALT ON MY HEALING SCARS.
I LOOKED ON TO THE WAY,
AND GAVE THE KEEPER A SMILE,

FOR I KNEW HE WAS DOING HIS JOB,
AND THE ROAD TO ME WAS MY LIFE.!
THE MORNING THUS CAME AND WENT,
THE NOON IN GRIEF I SPENT,

AND IN THE EVENING I OPENED UP MY HEART, ,
TO AMUSE MY FRIENDS ON OUR SABBATH.
THEY WELCOMED ME WITH THEIR ARMS OPEN WIDE,
AND WHISPERED TO ME, -'U MY FRIEND ARE A BEGGAR,

SO WHAT OFFENSE WE ARE YET ANOTHER ONES'
I WAS CAUGHT AMONGST A LEAGUE OF BEGGARS,
AND A BEGGAR WAS I, BUT UNLIKE THEM,

I NEEDED LOVE TO SURVIVE.
AND TO GAIN LOVE I WALKED FROM DOOR TO DOOR.
BUT ALL THEY DID WAS TO; JUST IGNORE.
AS I COULD GIVE NOTHING TO THEM ON MY ROVE
THEY COULD HARDLY SEE THAT I WAS 'A BEGGAR OF LOVE'! ! !