Beggar Poem by Mayasanal Suryakalady
Beggar
The Sun descends below the far horizon,
To draw shadow of despair over the world.
Like frigid clutches of mortality,
The chillness of evening flows around.
Wanders for shelter from the frosty night,
The poor old chap with his days alms!
Shivering in the icy wind, his face red and green;
Heart burning with pain, sorrow and hatred
He looks against the boreal forest
Yearning for a bonfire, shudder under rags
Showering curse on fate and self
Out at the prolonged night he stares,
His gaze fixed somewhere but nowhere
Does it ends with dawn or ends with end? !
very nice.a unique approach to the topic i think.keep rockinggg.
Last two lines have touched my heart. Thanks for writing this poem
a nice girdle... The Sun descents below the far horizon, .but blind to. Shivering in the icy wind, his face red and green; Heart burning with pain, sorrow and hatred Showering curse on fate and self Out at the prolonged night he stares,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 11:19:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
touching, heart wrenching, the last two lines drain you off your emotional energy 10+