by Senna Jawa
The plight of a begger in Autumn told in verse. An air of melancholy seems to hang over each verse. Well Written!
just kidding...I do like it...especially these lines:
i beg a bit in the afternoons
and reciprocate
their lack of sympathy
That was great! I get increasingly irritated with poets
who turn their backs to every thing except "beauty" and "love", as if they don't have windows in their homes. There come your poem which knows that this distinction is arbitrary. Beauty coulld be found in the midst of every situation, and real life can't be ignored for poetry to be real!
A begger relates matter of factly the trials of trying to survive in an uncaring world.