Beggars

They come in groups They come with pans Some ring bells too Some have twisted legs Some have twisted hands They sing in chorus songs From old Hindi movies Some are dark, some are white Some have sores all Over the bodies Some have flies whining Around their unwashed faces They seem happy together With their bad luck Both men and women They wear tattered clothes Gifted by middle class people To earn good luck And nothing bad should Happen to their children They get blessing Of these poor beggars You may not like them But they are part of our lives