Hasmukh Amathalal

Gold Star - 385,133 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Beggar's Death - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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


Comments about Beggar's Death by Hasmukh Amathalal

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/22/2012 5:11:00 AM)


    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?
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/16/2012 4:23:00 AM)


    Gloria Rodikis How sad this poem is, and is a sad reality! 6 minutes ago via mobile · Like (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/16/2012 4:23:00 AM)


    Akif Saeed much painful and too realistic! 5 minutes ago · Like (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/16/2012 4:14:00 AM)


    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.
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/16/2012 4:05:00 AM)


    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...
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/15/2012 11:22:00 PM)


    excellent


    Jon Otano2 minutes ago
    love it
    Comment 0
    Not For Me
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/15/2012 11:21:00 PM)


    Sean SprowalLess than a minute ago
    This didn't really keep my attention, but well written.
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/15/2012 6:58:00 PM)


    Queeny Gona ironical tone Sir!
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/15/2012 6:57:00 PM)


    Lorlyn Bano, Avi Singh, Marietta Mardirossian and 3 others like this. (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/15/2012 8:07:00 AM)


    No one cried over his demise
    When his body was found at our premise
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012



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