Mendicant
/The shadowy boulevards
Painted the walls to
Be coloured, the shadows
Silhouetted the veneered
Still in chiaroscuro,
Nuances of the
Shades are bursting
Of cavernous layers, not
Discernable to onlookers,
Light smites a note
To be disengaged
From all; incrusted
Concealed in the night,
Slumbering empty
Stomach, the days
Shroud in tears in quest
Of food, pleading for
A penny, the childhood
Have vanished in tenebrous,
What remnants are the
Thoughts to sleep at least
For a day's sustenance, God has
Been generous to make us live
Each day, without our prayer,
He makes us breathe, not a piece
Of dust for us bury self when
The body makes a fall one day.
By Orbindu Ganga
From: India
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