BeggarsA Poem by SOUL LESSI write em like i see emBegging in the
scorching heat, Their hands
extended, Their faces
beseeching, Asking for
something to eat. A young boy
sleeping on the ground, Awakens and dons
his sodden rags, Ignoring the
rumblings in his stomach, Towards the road,
his feet he drags. His rags are
covered in filth, His eyes swimming
with tears, He walks towards
the road, Ignoring the
children’s taunting leers. He approaches a
car on his protesting feet, As if in a trance, The light turns
green, the car drives off, Without a backward
glance. He stands where he
is, Not caring abut
his health, Wondering about, The secrets of
wealth. Calling it a day, On the pavement he
lies, Hoping that, He dies, dies,
dies. © 2011 SOUL LESSAuthor's Note
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44 Reviews Added on January 6, 2011 Last Updated on January 6, 2011 AuthorSOUL LESSNakushita, KansukiAboutI am a boy. I love English Literature. I love to write. Some people hate me for it, but for me writing is like an escape from the real world. Its like reading a book except that I control what happens.. more..Writing
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