A Street Beggar Poem by umaprosad das

I saw a human figure, only to boast of I say
With every limbs and appendage to feel
Conditions, no better than a stray dog in any way
As no worldly materials in his possession to deal

He has no shelter, no clothes, no foods, nor drinks
Frantically roams around in empty stomach in pain
To kill the hunger and quench thirst, always he thinks
For a morsel of food, or a little drink if he could gain

A lot of such beggars in our country are there
Who get no support from the government or God
Torn and dirty clad and half-naked such figure
Is avoided, untouched, neglected, unusual and odd