The Beggar And The Traveller

Lost between the torn minds
I feel ages now
Serving the credit confronted
For they say to me,
No man's land
Survived the scorching wave
Rib chilling thunderstorm seldom
I have lost my memory
What rain is to me.

Particles of dust and bones
Plated with sun's gold
Creatures fail to breathe
Only the great old oak smiled
Oh! Is it a human
It's a beggar I remember
Clumsy, soaked in sweat
Long beard and thin leg's
His youth, was long lost

Hungry for days
Rested under the oak
And thirsty too
How he came here
Perhaps a mystery for the old oak
And the no man's land

So seldom the traveller passes
To explore the opposite mind's
But few luckily see them
Oh! The beggar's luck
Loaded in the cart
He finds It too hard to believe
A traveller inside
Glittering with Joy his eyes
Rushes to stop him
Humbled were his words

Traveller threw him a penny
Have a bread, old folk
And ride to escape the road
With a fair smile
And tears of pleasure
He picked the penny

Slagging were his steps
To buy satisfaction
Walked miles with clinched fist
Perhaps the penny inside
Exhausted his vision sees 
A vendor's solicitor
He scares him away

I came to buy good self
Choked with lump his words
With the finger gesture
Points to the baked bun
Two penny a piece
Harsh was his response
Ha, it's only a penny
One more or get lost
But he had no more

Threw his penny
On his face
Hell have no mercy
Tears rolled down crumbled cheeks
He wished to murmur
But lost were the words
Alas! Walked back again
In solace of the old oak

That night was a different
Cold breeze as a messenger
Followed the dark clouds order
It rained! And creatures breathed again

Birds chirp long after 
With a new Dawn 
Frozen his pain away 
Into the land of the fairies
He died last night
Still clinching the penny
Rested forever
On the lap of old oak
The rain washed him
With his soul and hunger.