Open your eyes and see him
In the narrow lane,
He is begging
From dawn to dusk
With a smiling face,
He doesn't complain
Because he has
His own reason,
When the sun sets,
He says to himself,
'Whatever I have achieved today,
I am well satisfied,
I am governed by my own will,
That's all-important, '
He is a beggar in the eyes of the world,
But a king.....a genuine king.....
In the refined world of a creative writer.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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