A Beggar’s Diary Poem by MAGNUS AMUDI

A beggar’s Diary

In deep sigh, a flashback
To experiences observed
Again he sighed in rage
As to the kind of person he be

His face as frowned as folded fries
Like that of a night soil man
His hard harmful hand
Like that of a still standing status

He looked and nearly yelled
At my poor pleading palm
Yet, I saw his overloaded pockets
Along he dragged on

Under the weight of plenty
Under the weight of poverty