#beggers - Hello Poetry

Beggers cant be Choosers, Winners won't be Losers, Early birds can't be Snoozers, Dont'ers won't be Do'ers, More or Less but jus not Fewer, Ugly is ugly.. It won't get Cuter.. If it's Old, it ain't getting Newer, Roses are red & Violets are Blue'er, If you give them an Inch..they will take the whole Ruler This world is Cold And just getting Crueler .

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Jun 11, 2018

Jun 11, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC

TEE_ESS

Er, es, and er's

Beggers cant be Choosers, Winners won't be Losers, Early birds can't be Snoozers, Dont'ers won't be Do'ers, More or Less but jus not Fewer, Ugly is ugly.. It won't get Cuter.. If it's Old, it ain't getting Newer, Roses are red & Violets are Blue'er, If you give them an Inch..they will take the whole Ruler This world is Cold And just getting Crueler .

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While I crossed the road In the middle of a crowded village I saw an aborgine tear Falling from her crimson eyes She carried a *** of water Above her grey head She looked at me While leaving a shop nearby The dweller stared at her Walking away from him He looked so pathetic He had feelings for her How does she feed her family? How could she beat her poverty? How blessed we are but unkindly I'm too, helpless Please forgive me

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC

maneomsy

Crimson Tears

While I crossed the road In the middle of a crowded village I saw an aborgine tear Falling from her crimson eyes She carried a *** of water Above her grey head She looked at me While leaving a shop nearby The dweller stared at her Walking away from him He looked so pathetic He had feelings for her How does she feed her family? How could she beat her poverty? How blessed we are but unkindly I'm too, helpless Please forgive me

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Under the street light Staring at the dust bin Let the dogs get away With all the meat left I'm hungry, thirsty No droplet of water Found clean anywhere Am I the only one?

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Sep 21, 2016

Sep 21, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC

maneomsy

Every Night

Under the street light Staring at the dust bin Let the dogs get away With all the meat left I'm hungry, thirsty No droplet of water Found clean anywhere Am I the only one?

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Wandering around the streets barefoot, picking up leftovers from the garbage piles to satisfy the hunger is mere part of a begger's myriad privations. No matter how talented he is born, begging is the only job which he has to perform. Luxuries? They dont even know something like this. Roaming around the road with their innocent smiles, Getting a note of 10rs fills their world with joy. When asked where they live, Road was the answer that they give. Do they own that road? Do they own that street? Hardships don't scare them anymore, As they are the free souls. How strange is it that a smile always find its way on a face of a child who has born with no privilege. How can an eye which has seen only sadness can sparkle like a sunshine. How can somebody have a carefree slumber knowing the fact that life will always remain cruel to him. Maybe that is the irony of life, On one hand a person sleeping in king size bed cribs about the quality of his mattress and on the other side a torned blanket is like bounty to some. Why our happiness has become so expensive? Why all of us have become so materialistic? Lets learn something from these innocent smiles. Lets not be a slave of money lets try to see life beyond luxuries.

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May 22, 2016

May 22, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC

Sapien

Beggers with life

Wandering around the streets barefoot, picking up leftovers from the garbage piles to satisfy the hunger is mere part of a begger's myriad privations. No matter how talented he is born, begging is the only job which he has to perform. Luxuries? They dont even know something like this. Roaming around the road with their innocent smiles, Getting a note of 10rs fills their world with joy. When asked where they live, Road was the answer that they give. Do they own that road? Do they own that street? Hardships don't scare them anymore, As they are the free souls. How strange is it that a smile always find its way on a face of a child who has born with no privilege. How can an eye which has seen only sadness can sparkle like a sunshine. How can somebody have a carefree slumber knowing the fact that life will always remain cruel to him. Maybe that is the irony of life, On one hand a person sleeping in king size bed cribs about the quality of his mattress and on the other side a torned blanket is like bounty to some. Why our happiness has become so expensive? Why all of us have become so materialistic? Lets learn something from these innocent smiles. Lets not be a slave of money lets try to see life beyond luxuries.

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