The Beggarwoman Poem by Arti Chopra

The Beggarwoman



Hands outstretched
Head bowed
She stood
Among the flood of vehicles
At the crossing
She stood,
Shrivelled baby
Perched at her hip
In the blazing sun
Eyes entreating
Hands pleading
The baby kept crying
And I kept dying
More and more
Inside.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mohabeer Beeharry 25 August 2013

I do not blame you for being so affected. But this is crude reality. An etch on our conscience It a lovely writing. Lots of feeling, pent up. Well done. Mohabeer Beeharry

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