I see a beggar in front of me,
who hardly can walk and can't even see.
Betrayed by her family for no reason,
sadness is, what she has for all season.
Crumpled in torn Saree with blanket around,
begs whole day and eats whatever she found.
Sadness on her face, story to
tell.
god has given her a gift so well.
Wrinkle body with eyes gone in,
sitting n a corner, thinking what's her sin
Hand's spread out to carry her living,
once these were for blessing giving.
Grey hair is what she has around,
pain by her family is all that sounds.
Battle all lost in her life,
waiting for the day when she can tell that
DEATH IS MINE.