Beggar's Death

No one cried over his demise When his body was found at our premise He might have tried to knock the door But we were fast asleep in door We used to give him some food When he passed in street with health looking good He won't beg of his own but always thanked When offered something that he cheerfully drank For many days we had noticed his absence It was giving us shock not to witness his presence We believed in his well being even though he was not related As we felt good for him and humanly feted Some one shouted by his name as beggar We ran out of premises and noticed there His motionless body with no movement We felt bad and cursed his death with resentment Even though something had forced him He never used to bother and troubled them He will stare at the sky and murmur Laugh gently as if wanted something to offer For whatever reason at least he deserved descent burial The decency at this time was essential Anybody would want to be happily taken away The last rituals were to be observed is this way His eyes were wide open and wanted an answer I shut it with hands and offered its closure "What was a purpose in leading such life? " As it was spend on edges of sharp knife As he had no one to look after We took all responsibility there after He was given nice bath and offered good cloths The destination point was observed after his death