Beggar Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Beggar / Sudipta Bhattacharyya.

I was walking along the footpath
Of this clustrophobic city, the city
Of joy, full of merriment and mirth
On the eve of Christmas celebration.
Suddenly I saw an old man in tattered
Clothes begging in the busy street.
I halted for a moment, saw other people
Pitied him profusely without giving any
Paisa, without stretching their helping Hands; I went to the beggar and gave him
Something as usual I give such a beggar.

Amidst din and bustle, I heard a person's
Voice, " Don't give these elements anything
They can only beg, can't do any work ".
But I saw that old man was beyond his age Of work, his legs and hands were Trembling terribly, panting desperately.

I looked at vast open Sky, thought of the
City of Joy, again looked at Sky;
My inner voice whispered into my ears,
" Not City of Joy, It's City of Beggars '.
Alas! We have all become Beggars!