Beggars Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

They come in groups
They come with pans
Some ring bells too

Some have twisted legs
Some have twisted hands
They sing in chorus songs
From old Hindi movies

Some are dark, some are white
Some have sores all
Over the bodies
Some have flies whining
Around their unwashed faces
They seem happy together
With their bad luck

Both men and women
They wear tattered clothes
Gifted by middle class people
To earn good luck
And nothing bad should
Happen to their children

They get blessing
Of these poor beggars

You may not like them
But they are part of our lives