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The Beggar's Bowl - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

From dawn to dusk
The great beggar used to move from door to door,
He was tireless in his motion,
People poured plenty of corns into his big bowl
And offered their spontaneous love and affection,
The journey never seemed tedious to him.
But time is unforgiving,
The beggar became old,
He could beg no more with his weak and feeble health,
The bowl remained dry and empty,
In spite of that he did not complain,
He stared at it and smiled with great delight,
As he could see in his vision
The wonderful bowl still filled with glorious corns,
Being mingled with the people's wholehearted love and trust;
The noble beggar became full and contented
And thought that he had not lived in vain.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Blank Verse

Comments about The Beggar's Bowl by ANJANDEV ROY

  • Michael HopkinsMichael Hopkins (6/22/2017 8:52:00 AM)

    This is an endearing poem. Still the gifts given the beggar sustain him. Good flow and meaning. I did enjoy this one. (Report)Reply

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  • Tom Allport (6/22/2017 8:31:00 AM)

    a poem of a life that lived with the help of the kindness of others? ..............well written (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 22, 2017

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 22, 2017

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