Beggar’s Eye
Day in and day out doesn’t make a difference, I sit all day on the pathway, Different people different nature, Few with sparkling jewelry but not a penny to spare, Few care to share from a broken wallet, I blame none for this is my job. My one and a half legs, Stinking, torn and dirty clothes, Dark skin unwashed for many years, Inability to work and longing for one square meal, Put together makes me a beggar. No, I was not born to beg, Nor was I the raja of Travancore, Born with God’s gift deformity, I ask goddess that I see every day, as I beg outside, Why my mother threw me off, And why I grew up digging the garbage box, Envying people with two legs and parents, What harm did I do, For fate to be so harsh on me? I see men and women passing by me, It is not my fancy to beg, For some say I am young and could work to earn, If I had why I would pose in shame, I cry out in hun...