Pauper's Poem

The pauper was picking used papers, plastic bottles, wrappers in a big sack, laughing silently or sometimes clapping with joy. His poverty made him insane. The pedestrians cast their look, the man gave a sharp shook as if to say- Yes, what you think of me, I'm just that, not your cup of tea. Suddenly, the paper-picker discovered three pieces of bread in the bin. Perhaps, it was from a well-fed house.... Taking it too close to his nose he smelt its freshness. It was good for the poor. He was about to gobble it up, a mad-guy appeared on the scene. He stretched his hand. The pauper feed him with mother's care. Both were mad. The pedestrians were sane totally!