Treasure Island

Avinash Nair

(19/10/1988)

The Beggar


Thin, unnoticed she moves,
Amidst the crowd
Which promptly disapproves
Her or at least the shroud
Which she has draped,
Her brittle fingers
Around a plate wrapped
outstretched to strangers,
Expectant of their glance,
Or perhaps a sly chance,
Of a careless coin,
Tossed across to her.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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  • Shraddha The Poetess (3/4/2014 11:07:00 PM)

    deffinately i'll rate this one 10.............as this poem speaks a lot......................
    vryyyyyyyyy nicely described.......
    thanx for sharing..., ,
    i also invite u to read mine... (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (11/26/2013 7:36:00 AM)

    The plight of the old beggar walking the streets where a crowd may not often meet her eyes a pathetic one. However, she has to be ever and ever 'expectant of their' glances.. Your mind speaks a lot about your empathy to a world of reality around. I am giving a clear 10 for this poem (Report) Reply

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