A Good Question
M Mamta Agarwal
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Why do you
Roll down the window
At every red light,
To give small change
To outstretched hands?
Why encourage
Begging, I feel enraged.
Don’t worry
I have a keen eye
And instinctively
Know who are really needy
It makes me
Less guilty.
When I pray
I am always
Asking God for something
What, when my turn
Came in the queue,
He said, run
I have nothing
Left for you.
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