The Man

The man whom you see 

Is more than he seems 

On descending from temple's stairs 

A merciful half stretched fingers 

Of doubted hand for alms 

Before you.  

Your eyes flash to know 

Others feelings 

You consider and you 

Give or not 

Pause or go 

His tearful eyes without a tear 

Sigh once again

Both fall on others runway of life 

And passed for their interest 

Their livelihood and their aim 

Of life for death 

The glimpse of burdens of mercy on him 

The pathetic look with hope 

In one's mind  

And other distresses by growing price 

Both hurried to get for nothing 

Both worried to suppress 

Bye their progress 

All others and disappear 

The unknown and dark world.