An Outcast Poem by Debasis Chatterjee

The man had no legs
He was pedaling his wheeled chair with two hands

He braked right in front of me
And asked how to reach the main road - crossing near the airport
I, aghast, told him it was quite far and
He said fine and
I showed him the way and asked why he was going that far and
He said that he heard it's a good place and
I asked place for what and
He said a place for nice good begging and pedaled away


At least he knew his place.