Irish Loves Beggars Poem by Vishal Sharma

Once in Ireland
i found myself in a street
there i saw an irish
bald head
low nose
short height
and somewhat lazy

he was begging
i came to know after
my proud observation
he was poor
he may be hungry
but i was sure he was begging.

then one old lady
in her fifties
came to him
and first ignored
then he pleaded towards her
with his weak senile body
and requested.

the lady had a big heart
she offered him bread
the beggar became happy.

i began thinking
who is god for that beggar
the one in posters
or
the one who offered him bread.
the one who gave him birth
or
the one who gave reason to survive.
you decide.