The Naughty Beggar - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Since morning he becomes lovely and descent.
Dyes white beard, makes up his dent.
If flattery is an art he is master of art.
By evening he is more than over smart.
Starts praising dishes she nicely cooks,
'Darling! how pretty and appealing your looks! '
How clever, her hysteria completely ignores.
How sometimes she pinches and bores!
By the night he becomes a flirting reptile.
Kind is a woman to a beggar juvenile!
For a beggar too naughty she has diamonds in gold.
How turns in a necklace, let me keep untold.
'In the name of God! ', he begs and prays.
'Not a plate of alms, but trays after trays.'
Retired by the unkind hot day lights,
admired by the weak end soothing nights!
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