Beggar’s Enclave

So prone-some in longing this community is!

Them honored erudite come dunning
a poor-self me!
Their keen tongue readily glisten
like alms on a golden cup.

I can see him too radiating charmis
Idling along ever though
In case I realized mendicancy around that infects
I inhibit that scene prompter of habit.

So many faces and so many hands without means
Has the milieu morphosed into beggar’s enclave!

I do not wish living on alms anymore


Comments (1)

Oh my God... is it really so horrible.... never looked to it like that.. suddenly feeling extremly sorry n helpless for them...