Thoughts of a homeless beggar

Thou masked people wearing a mask

Look I am Unmasked and nothing to hide

You worry the frightful spikes.

would it be dreadful then hunger strikes

Deserted streets , empty roads and closed stores

Locked ,stocked thou got enough leisure to indulge in your richness

But i am scared and alone like never before

Outcast and cast away for inferno

They have strange sympathy with no empathy

A wave of donors click pics and selfies

To transact my shame for their showy fame

And it's true that I have nothing to blame

Bottles of Sanitizers with hand wash liquids

And As usual, they washed their hands off me

Now Watch Satire of social distance

Didn't You keep me always in the distance

I Laughed when they fought for tissues,

Watch me I don't have such issues

Thought in past I may die unclaimed

Now I find solace and sorry of mass graves

You turned to god, praying from home

I live all my life on the steps of his house

I felt sorry for your feast and festivals

As I missed few crumps of your lavish bread

You wake up to count dead and spread

I fear you won't end up like me on streets ahead

Pandemic has no medicine, vaccine or cure

So it is with your growing pride and my humble penury.