Poems ✍️

I saw a strange beggar on the footpath.
If anyone offered him alms, he did not
Receive by his hand, he just raised a plate.
And all on a sudden, he blashed with shame.

He did not look at the plate ever once.
I noticed, his face frequently turned pale.
I wondered- what type of beggar he was,
If one stared, he then turned his face away!

I went to him and whispered in his ear,
'What's the mistery, brother? What does it mean? '
He held my two hands and cried, 'Alas! How
Unfortunate and worst he is who has

Asked for alms to a man! ' Saying it, he
Suddenly disappeared, was found nowhere.