The Lost Soul Poem by vinit ghosh

I look at the beggar in the street of commotion...
so pale and feeble with a thin chest of helplessness....
only he can see the thousands feet stamping on the streets...........
I tell him to look at the faces of the poor Thousands wandering................
He said ' faces are all same when they look at me'
The half eaten rotten bread is lying beside him for years....just like his lost soul.....
I make his head rest on my chest and said ' I will find your soul'
He replied' LOOK AT THE MIRROR CLOSELY'.......
I come closer to the broken mirror and see the eyes......
YES IT IS THE EYES.................I CAN SEE THAT MAD BEGGAR LAUGHING