A beggar came to me and begged.
I offered food that he declined.
I offered clothes that he declined.
I offered coins to be declined.
Puzzled, I asked him, "What else would
You prefer to receive from me? "
He asked for my lust and greed.
He asked for my fake and jealousy.
I then sent him empty handed.
Nor did I know that it was God
Who had come to me in disguise.
Is what we give a charity?
25.122.2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem........ Thanks for sharing.....