When you call one a beggar
he has to be naturally poor
he sleeps on the pavements
as he has nothing on him to lose
Do you know some beggars are very rich
they come in Cadillac from home
change into tattered clothes
and
let the car driver go
then sit under a lone tree
beg silently
At closing hours comes the driver...
clean change and back home
lays peacefully..in an AC Room
He has a secret profession
wife brings a glass of cold curds
ice added
some more please
it was really hot today
A very touchy poem. Imagining a wife as treasure so precious that one becomes begger. A beautiful dedication to your wife. Much more appreciations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a meaningful piece.....