The Beggar Poem by P M MANI
The Beggar
On a pilgrimage
I overheard it.
She said, 'Its' Gods' will'.
And didn't give alms.
He said, 'Its' his sin'.
And didn't give a penny
A philanthropist said,
'It would belittle the beggar'
So, he too gave nothing,
But only a smile.
A smile of no use.
I said nothing
And gave what I had
Then the beggar cursed
Me and all others
As if he were a God
Sitting upon an elephant
And begging for alms.
Here comes God
As a beggar.
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