A hungry beggar..

feelings of a hungry beggar

Looking at it, feeling numb
Under hunger I am going to succumb
Wrinkles at my face getting deep
Someone threw food packet from a jeep
I can see shiny bread, peeping out
Out of joy, my heart is trying to shout
But weakness of being hungry for two full days
Is restraining me, albeit I am trying my ways
Moving on my knees, crawling, falling
I am reaching my destination,
A dog, is moving faster than me
I tried my best but couldn't change destiny
One bread it took away, one left there
With saliva drops on the piece, I stare
I reached, grabbed it, as I plundered a treasure
Only someone hungry from three days can feel that pleasure
Removed the wet part, alas, hygiene concerned I am too
Or who will feed me even this, if I catch flu
Gulping it, chewing would delay its meeting
With my stomach, and I can’t bear it
My senses are waning, thoughts depleting
I grabbed another piece, hardly can I sit
Looking at my reflection in water spread on road
Pale face, bent shoulders, carrying invisible load
Load of being old, load of being so poor
Load of being homeless, load of being effete
I beg for alms, expecting your grandeur
But gets treatment worse than dogs, weirdly all treat
I surprised for they, they party each day
And threw all waste food for dogs in the way
But I am a human, why am I not preferred to a dog
Why I am not helped, is poverty itself my clog
They call me slacker, some call me skulk
But not even bother to know my reality, bulk
Of miseries I carry always, each new day
And look for thrown bread to eat, for it I pray
Even dogs now accept me as their supper mate
But I don’t find a place at any of human’s gate
What an irony, what a world to live in
They say to keep someone hungry is a sin
But no one bothers about my tears, my fears 
My hunger, my plights, persisting since years
No one is here, to read my wet eyes
No one to offer me bread, no one to hear my cries.

Reviews

[Lonely Scorpio Girl]

Inspirational poem. I can relate to that feeling of having to starve all day, hoping that I could find something for the kids at my home to eat. In one moment, you were a princess lounging in 6 star hotel suites dressed up in the latest couture dresses and shoes the designers kept pressing on you to try out... and the next moment, global economic crisis hits your family business hard, and you end up sacrificing life's enjoyment and lifelong dreams and struggling out there in the streets with everyone else trying to get as much savings as to escape from the loan sharks and earn a new life. No one will ever know or even bother to know how such life is really like.

[The Quill]

thank u ma'am for relating it. i wish such incidents should not happen to anyone

[Gurleen Saluja]

A wonderful write.. Filling our stomachs we feel contented.. Suppressing the poor..

[The Quill]

thanks for your kind review :)

[Gurleen Saluja]

You're most welcome :)

[Gowthami]

A really good poem... picture clearly moved along the lines in poem.. loved it :)

[The Quill]

hey thanks for reading this :) and thanks for your words of appreciation

[John Anderson]

what a beautiful poem...this one really moved me...great job!

[The Quill]

Thanks sir, you are kind

[David Scott]

The beggar is ever hungry. I wonder if we avoid seeing reality because it is too close to our spiritual condition.
A socially responsible write.
Well done. You show inhumanity in contrast with humanities need.

[The Quill]

thank you so much sir for you views :)

[Tom]

Real poverty is a terribly debilitating, demoralising hardship to endure!

A sobering, poetic reality, purposively penned with heartfelt emotion!

[The Quill]

Thank you sir