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An Old Beggar
There was an old beggar,
Sitting beside the streetlamp every day,
Chanting the name of Allah all the time,
Drawing the attention of each onlooker.
Some kind souls like Kent in King Lear used to show mercy,
Giving him a taka or two,
Whatever the total amount was,
He would be more than happy.
Even if a very bad day appeared, he didn’t ever curse,
Just smiled to himself looking at the useless stars.
This world is so full of
This world is so full of strange but amazing people. I learn from them all.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Me too
My philosophy matches yours one my dear friend. :)