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!

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