Beggar At The Crossraods. - Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL
The beggar of sixty begged at
The Cross Road near my home,
to whom I gave ten bucks,
Occassionaly to get his great smile.
He huddeled under the tarpaulin,
When at night and rains, showed
His hand to passers by and motorists
Who had to stop at redlight,
And lived on the alms threw into
His old vessel from which he also ate.
the meals from the sums hw got.
One day I saw a beggar woman,
Alongside hin faded yet pretty,
And both sat and chatted away,
When their working of begging
Is over and laughed together too.
Another day I saw the corner
Where he lived, was empty,
Since both had left together
for another place, where they
Can spend time more comfortablty,
and Ifelt lonely riding passing by
The Croos road where they lived.
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