No one opts for unless forced
Inner soul feels guilty with remorse
Yet that is compulsion
No one desires it even amidst confusion
It is curse to be called beggar
*Daridranarayan* in new avatar
Daily blessing all for little food
Respond to appeal and offer for good
Charity is not offered daily
It is done with insult really
No one parts it with smiling face
Only left over food is offered in such case
Body is able but no backing
No one thinks of utilizing and stacking
Their place for honorable living
Payment for real labor and relieving
Yes some kind of rehabilitation is warranted
Their place in society is hopefully wanted
They are very much part but really not blessed
God has given hands but helplessly chased
I shall only think and do nothing
Express pity but no offer for something
The beggar passes off and so our feeling
Our sympathy remains behind as concealed
It is gigantic task and needs some consideration
Not all can be rehabilitated at one place with concentration
Many may still want to be in same position
As it provides them no other alternative under superstition
Mausumi Das4 days ago realistic and heart touching
No one opts for unless forced Inner soul feels guilty with remorse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gajanan Mishra4 days ago nice Comment +1 about be- ghar