Poor man
I was there on the station waiting for train,
I was wondering here and there looking at the rain
On platform 7, there were number of beggars lying,
The cold winds were blowing and their razed clothes were flying
The small boy was squeezing by cold
& to overcome it he had his legs fold
There was a huge storm and rain,
& poor man gazing at sky ,
babbled that god too giving them pain.
The man was extremely tired,
With eyes full of desire.
He started moving,
with bared feet on the ground.
The legs were uncovered,
with number of wounds.
He was not able to walk,
But his empty belly made him rock.
His legs & hands were extremely feeble,
With eyes gazing at selfish people.
He came to me with murmuring voice,
“Beta ” give me something God will make you wise.
The body was freezing with cold,
But the hands were fold.
The eyes were full of desire,
& the empty belly something to hire.
I gave him 2 Rs,
& he came to my feet.
I thought despite they work hard,
They can’t get their reward.
