A Beggar's Fortune!

Under hot temped day light,

There sat a beggar on a pavement.

As the temple bells rang,

He used to stand high for a gaze!

May it be rains,

May it be cold;

The beggar would stay,

For his deeds to be fulfilled.

Life was hard for him under the sun,

But never did he quit the hope of survival.

As long as he stood for the 'beg' to fall on his lap,

He would keep trying to feed his soul upright.

The temple on the other side of the lane,

was the constant faith of the poor man.

He had always dreamt,

Of a golden fortune coming true!

Then came his fortune a day,

Rolled up in satin silvery cloth;

He chuckled thrice as he saw,

Some eatables provided by God!

His fortune only laid,

In rap of those four rotis,

For his profession wasn't as affordable,

As the rest of them perceived!

He seemed perplexed,

As he continued to chase its beauty;

There was his hunger a week old,

Whereas, a woman trying to feed the empty heart to the child!

"Man is a social animal",

Once again it struck me hard,

He was hungry, yet a husband;

For a lady behind!

"Modesty is the best policy",

Isn't it easier said than done?

I felt everyone's a beggar here,

Waiting for love to fall under the deep sun!!