Poetry and Prose

What a beggar am I !

The slightest affection seemed like love.

Those little efforts seemed the source of my dove.

Unaware that I am worthy for more than that.

Maybe really a beggar I am -

that I get happy with few cents,

thrown in my hat.

I saw myself in the mirror.

It wasn't that wealthy guy by heart anymore.

I was drained of love, it seems

And now I am collecting it again in bits and pieces,

Like seashells from the shore.

Oh! What a beggar am I !

When did I become?

Life was great, it was fun and up above,

until I knew I was such a beggar for love.

Now I hate the shadow in the mirror that I see.

I ain't anymore what I used to be.

I never knew chasing love is gonna burn me down -

turn me into ashes and vapourise my fragrance brown.

I never knew when such loneliness covered my sky,

until I realised - What a beggar am I !

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