Really Blessed

He was at the gate With bowls in hand to state “I am hungry since many days” My prayers for your good may certainly pay I was not moved at all But was moved by his call No doubt his belly spoke of it To give him at this hour seemed fit Some poor may be artificially living Make us fool for just believing Otherwise they have enough to eat and survive But easy way makes them to think and drive People call it profession With all lies in store for confession Sometimes mothers is ill and sometimes child is sick But not all beggars deserve kicks Some are forced to with bad luck Circumstances and situation has badly struck They got to make some kind of living To push the show on and start reliving It is hard to feel penniless There is defiance on face You can’t curse god or rich man As it is all dependants on being good human They live in huts but with all luxury Nothing to think and nothing to worry With little effort every thing is available That sometimes you may be feeling incapable It is an art of conviction Make others to fit in your shoes with no compulsion Make to feel for his part of misery Really blessed are such people from almighty