Beggar

Give me a helping hand

I live on no man’s land

Give me a morsel

I’m a poor wretched mortal

I sleep on the hard, bare ground

But am blessed with deep sleep, so sound!

I live a ‘hand-to-mouth’ existence

For me luxuries make no sense

I’ve forgotten my past and have no future

I live for the present, don’t be a preacher!

I like to live on alms

In begging, I have no qualms!

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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.