Tuesday, November 20, 2018

The Beggar Was Not Him Comments

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My hands in empty pockets, stuck out tongue,
I smiled vain at a beggar's outstretched hand,
Hoping, he'd my helplessness understand;
The early sun was mild, guiltless like young.
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Aniruddha Pathak
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Tom Allport 21 November 2018

A poem that warms the heart? Sharing and giving is a good start! .....

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Aniruddha Pathak 23 November 2018

Thank you Tom Allport for your commets

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 21 November 2018

A wonderful poem of kindness and compassion that touches the core of the heart. Very touching. Beautifully crafted and well executed write.

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Aniruddha Pathak 23 November 2018

Thank you Rose Marie, it is when giving satisfies more than receiving.

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Aniruddha Pathak 23 November 2018

To add, if you've like this poem, another The Joy of Giving you may like more

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