Beggar's Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Beggar's Death
No one cried over his demise
When his body was found at our premise
He might have tried to knock the door
But we were fast asleep in door
We used to give him some food
When he passed in street with health looking good
He won't beg of his own but always thanked
When offered something that he cheerfully drank
For many days we had noticed his absence
It was giving us shock not to witness his presence
We believed in his well being even though he was not related
As we felt good for him and humanly feted
Some one shouted by his name as beggar
We ran out of premises and noticed there
His motionless body with no movement
We felt bad and cursed his death with resentment
Even though something had forced him
He never used to bother and troubled them
He will stare at the sky and murmur
Laugh gently as if wanted something to offer
For whatever reason at least he deserved descent burial
The decency at this time was essential
Anybody would want to be happily taken away
The last rituals were to be observed is this way
His eyes were wide open and wanted an answer
I shut it with hands and offered its closure
"What was a purpose in leading such life? "
As it was spend on edges of sharp knife
As he had no one to look after
We took all responsibility there after
He was given nice bath and offered good cloths
The destination point was observed after his death
Lorlyn Bano, Avi Singh, Marietta Mardirossian and 3 others like this.
Queeny Gona ironical tone Sir! 9 hours ago · Unlike · 1
Sean SprowalLess than a minute ago This didn't really keep my attention, but well written.
excellent Jon Otano2 minutes ago love it Comment 0 Not For Me
Lela Northcross Wakely Deeply moving. My heart breaks for all my relations. The world would be a better place if we could call each other brother and sister. I could not let my family starve, I could not kill (even for a God) my family. I like the question of why, what is the porpose for suffering? August 16 at 8: 56pm · Unlike · 1
Gloria Rodikis How sad this poem is, and is a sad reality! 6 minutes ago via mobile · Like
Akif Saeed much painful and too realistic! 5 minutes ago · Like
Diwakar Pokhriyal Very true and touching poem: -) ......True irony of our life.....Instead of helping someone when he needs, we help him/her when they are needless of it. about a minute ago · Like
Narendra Rai wow sir ji... very sad... i love you for writing upon a beggar...yes the world must know, how people are leading their lives who are the haves-nots... a few seconds ago · Unlike · 1
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No one cried over his demise When his body was found at our premise