Another Day

Once I saw a little boy

He was on torn and dirty clothes,

Biju was his nickname

Perhaps he was twelve years.

Unpleasant truth was for me

That he was a beggar

Didn't have any bowl on his hand

To take anything he was eager.

Incidentally, he entered inside the gate

Obviously it was the house of a rich man,

He asked for some food there

Where food was being served by women.

Someone gave him a coin

But he asked food instead of it,

As he looked white rice on a plate

He got tempted to eat.

A lady asked him to left the place,

In empty stomach, he found no way,

He continued to beg some food

A lady answered him "come another day "