Like Pigs Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

like pigs

I may not have home
But I welcome
All those who are well off
And continue to cut jokes and make laugh

To some extent
Some of the reports
Really prove true to the level
That poor are forced to eat stale food

Why do we see with hateful eyes?
Whenever we give
Something in kind
We shall find an answer

People hurl abuses
And refuse
To offer some food
We can certainly understand their grudge

Some beggars return home
They have family to welcome
But some have nothing to claim
But they have no aim to acquire

But we can't allow them to live like pigs
They work hard to earn from rugs
They have virtually no life to show
It is our responsibility to grow their desire