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Mar 2023
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While roaming in the market,
I saw a beggar on the street,
Who was asking for a grant,
With smartphone at his feet,
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His voice was croaky,
His clothes were all torn,
Still didn't worry, had,
Paytm on his phone.
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He begged from anyone,
On street , he could find,
And offered his barcode,
With hope in his mind.
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He called up the kids,
Their moms dads and sis,
And pleaded them all,
For a little of their bliss.
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Please Send me some,
grant he would implore,
I am Just a poor beggar,
With no bread in store.
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All laughed at him ,
That Digi beg though,
Still all have granted,
Him bliss of rainbow.
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And so on that beggar,
With phone at his feet,
Collected the grant and,
Pleased with the treat.
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He thanked all kids,
Their moms dads too,
And then proceeded to,
Beg some where new.
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And I was surprised,
What a world of today,
Even Beggars updated,
Have found new way,
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Their selfies are sad,
With frowns so deep,
With ad-on to make them,
Look oh-so-sweet.
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Their Instagram posts,
Are a sight to see,
With sad filters and ,
Captions they plea.
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Please help me out,
as I am in need,
And hope that you all,
be kind, indeed.
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This online drama,
It's ways so strange,
With norms all old,
Forever have changed.
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So next time if digi beg,
Says he is in need,
Be aware of him & you,
Need not to cede.
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Don't get fooled by his,
Digital such asks,
For beggars are beggars ,
Just pseudo are masque.
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Ajay Amitabh Suman
All Rights Reserved
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ajay amitabh suman
Written by
ajay amitabh suman  40/M/Delhi, India
(40/M/Delhi, India)   
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