The Blind Beggar Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
The Blind Beggar
The blind beggar was begging
In a busy street
Wearing a tattered cloth,
He was lean and pale too,
He used to beg there everyday
With a smiling face,
I had seen him many days,
Most of the people ignored him,
But whatever he achieved at the end of the day,
He always remained happy and contented,
I stared at the blind beggar in amazement and honestly felt
He was the greatest and the richest soul of this vast sphere.
self satisfaction in cheapest makes him happiest one on the earth
How often we miss the bus of happiness by trying to catch the wants and needs. Lovely poem.
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5/20/2024 2:56:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Contentment and happiness are the greatest assets in life. A wonderful poem with a meaningful message.