When I came to this world <br />Born I was a free bird, <br />There was worry nor let, <br />Easy my needs were met. <br /> <br />To my wish world to greet <br />God gave me eyes and feet, <br />To my wish world to hear <br />He gave two that I hear clear. <br /> <br />E’er since birth hungry I ne’er went— <br />A pair of breast-full milk he sent, <br />When my food habits gained a width, <br />He filled my mouth with pearly teeth. <br /> <br />Yet, a grown up I learned to beg, <br />What ere was my barest of need <br />Now grew into greatest of greed, <br />My prayers were means Him to nag. <br /> <br />Aspirations wallowing into wants, <br />And wants willowing as if wanton weeds, <br />And my dreams were a den of daunting haunts, <br />My prayers sounding like a pauper’s pleads. <br /> <br />He sent me to celebrate blissful joy, <br />But look what am I? But a beggar boy! <br />_____________________________________________ <br />A new born has only basic needs, which <br />God meets fully and without asking. But as <br />the man grows old his needs turn into wants, <br />and then yearnings and desires like wanton <br />weeds. Symbolically this is reflected in <br />syllables used in a line. The poem starts <br />with six to a line, that grows to eight, <br />and then ten. Man’s prayers are now pleads, <br />his needs are now bordering on greed and he <br />becomes a beggar boy. <br />______________________________________________ <br /> - Reflections | 09.09.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beggar-boy/
