The Poor

I was walking aside,
With my two friends besides.
I saw a poor lying helpless in the street,
I was shocked when I saw him without his feet.

He was asking for the alms,
And was crying for penny.
I felt pity on him,
And gave his some money.

I asked him his history,
With a mournful face he told me his story.
Blown up his feet in second Great War,
Far and far.


Though he had done a lot for them,
Now he is living like a tame.
I desired I could do some for him,
And be an animal like man.

By: Raj Basyal