I find the beggar's face happier than me
At the street corner where I see him daily
In unkempt hair and stretched shriveled palm
He doesn't look as ruffled or as me bereft calm!
He isn't a bit perturbed none asks him his name
Not complains of clothes barely hiding his shame
Holds on to a lingering smile never leaving his face
Gathers besides the coins comes whatever happiness!
Scar him wrathful season's sun storm and rain
Yearlong his beggar's toil keeps him in the open
Yet never stalks his face the slightest trace of gloom
The dark shades of despair like on my face loom!
The moment you fill his palm he bows in courtesy
Reciprocates with blesses for you and family
I have seen him sharing crumbs with the dog on street
Showing there's a good heart a mind that is sweet!
I find the beggar's face far happier than me
Admire him but more than that I do him envy
Don't doubt it and I'm ready to lay a wager
I cannot be as happy as that street side beggar!
A touching tale you narrate so well with your detailed observations of this man's life on the street
Well, this makes me wonder what really makes us happy. I think the beggar is not happy, but he is content with his lot in life - he accepts it, finding peace, which you are interpreting as happiness. But..... maybe peace and happiness are one and the same..... Excellent poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..This is no exaggeration, I believe! There are such beggars who with their cheerful disposition put we grumblers to shame! Their very sight fills our hearts with positive energy! You have presented this lovable character in such vivid details, that I can see him before my eyes!