Tuesday, April 1, 2025

BEGGARS’ RACE

 

           


                       

                

                       

1.            Even in poverty grades exist

        Even among beggars, there is professional race

        Of might and power in various ways;

        Everything depends on status and grit;

        Begging slots allotted to every one

        You may laugh, it is not mere fun.

 

2.                   Competing leaders even among them seen

       Persons of higher rank wield their power

       Larger areas and popular spots they cover

       Even among them quest for money and love seen

       A code of conduct they should follow

      Their dress code they are supposed to know.

 

3.               Division of daily earnings from what they got

     Disabled beggars are given a bounteous share

     Some ruffians a larger share declare

     Some meek persons are content with what they got;

     Temples and junctions their favored haunts

     To arouse sympathy, God’s names they sing and chant.

 

 

4.        They choose to wear tattered and torn dress

         Some drench their dress coated with marks of blood

         Some appear as maimed, semi-naked coated with mud

         Some as poor orphans, others to impress

         Some use God’s names and loudly sing

         To make god-fearing people some coins to fling

         Some beggars deformed on crutches moan and moan

         Some stir our pity with repeated cries standing alone.

 

5.            Though all are not lazy, perverted lot

    Some genuine, pitiable cases touch our hearts;

    Neglected by kin and in miseries caught;

    Some have unpolished skills and art

   Unrecognized by society-- they gleam

   Through them as evanescent dream

   Though appreciated only by a few

   Who help them giving a lease of life anew.

 

6.         Beggars too in their profession face

  Intimidation to be touts for vice

  And lead an immoral life of lies;

 Subject to lust and cheating ways;

 Exposed to grievous diseases grave;

 They suffer till death and none to save

 Till they become objects of lust

 Till they become useless as dust.

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   1st April 2025               Somaseshu Gutala 

 

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