The Blind Beggar
A Anjandev Roy
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The blind beggar was begging
In a busy street
Wearing a tattered cloth,
He was lean and pale too,
He used to beg there everyday
With a smiling face,
I had seen him many days,
Most of the people ignored him,
But whatever he achieved at the end of the day,
He always remained happy and contented,
I stared at the blind beggar in amazement and honestly felt
He was the greatest and the richest soul of this vast sphere.
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