ANOTHER DAY

 

Once I saw a little boy

A lady asked him to left the place,
He was on torn and dirty clothes,

In empty stomach he found no way,
Biju was his nick name

Perhaps  he was twelve years .

 

 Unpleasant truth was for me
That he was a beggar,
Didn't have any bowl on his hand
To take anything he was eager .

Incidentally he entered inside the gate
Obviously it was the house of rich man,
He asked  for some food there
Where food were be serving by women.

Someone gave him a coin
But he asked food instead it,
As he looked white rice on plate
He got tempted to eat .

A lady asked him to left place,

In empty stomach he found no way.

As the boy would say something

A lady answered 'come another day'.

 

                                  -Raj

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