My life story: I Am a Beggar

Watercolour ©Ayad Zaini

Poem ©Ruwaida Jassim


Was I born a beggar?

He might wonder those days,

When he was a child

When he liked to play

When he wished to laugh

When he was not allowed to be clean

When he wanted to be like them  

‘Them’ are the natural children-

 Clean, well dressed, and happy

Now, he stops this wonder,

It’s of no use to complain

When street is his home

When begging becomes a habit, or a trade

When dirtiness turns to be usual

When laughing is bitter

When he is sure he is not like them

For, he is not natural!

‘Them’ is the men who are natural!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Material should not be published in another periodical before at least one year has elapsed since publication in Whispering Dialogue. *أن لا يكون النص قد تم نشره في أي صحيفة أو موقع أليكتروني على الأقل (لمدة سنة) من تاريخ النشر. *All content © 2021 Whispering Dialogue or respective authors and publishers, and may not be used elsewhere without written permission. جميع الحقوق محفوظة للناشر الرسمي لدورية (هَمْس الحِوار) Whispering Dialogue ولا يجوز إعادة النشر في أيّة دورية أخرى دون أخذ الإذن من الناشر مع الشكر الجزيل

Leave a Reply