The Beggar Poem by yamini peethambaran

Clank the silvery metals rolled in, the soiled earthen base
Meek eyes shabby clad, the lines of age visibly drawn.
Nay the scorching heat nor the bitter cold
Swayed the scruffy den
He stood on the cross road, hardship as cicatrices on his forehead.
Daunted by destiny the numb fingers
Now stretch to behold the last grains
The sins of past, recycle of life
Chanted the charlatan to my dismay!
Feeble sound that begged mercy
Was it empathy that betrayed me?
The lonely street his abode
Munching bits of charlotte in darkness
The class of social status vivid
Lamenting fate he walked off the road
Many a visions captured him in frames
Reel to reel the laureate born
Grief of one encased by another!