The Beggar Poem by Avinash Nair
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.
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
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5/3/2024 5:04:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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...