I find the beggar's face happier than me <br />At the street corner where I see him daily <br />In unkempt hair and stretched shriveled palm <br />He doesn't look as ruffled or as me bereft calm! <br /> <br />He isn't a bit perturbed none asks him his name <br />Not complains of clothes barely hiding his shame <br />Holds on to a lingering smile never leaving his face <br />Gathers besides the coins comes whatever happiness! <br /> <br />Scar him wrathful season's sun storm and rain <br />Yearlong his beggar's toil keeps him in the open <br />Yet never stalks his face the slightest trace of gloom <br />The dark shades of despair like on my face loom! <br /> <br />The moment you fill his palm he bows in courtesy <br />Reciprocates with blesses for you and family <br />I have seen him sharing crumbs with the dog on street <br />Showing there's a good heart a mind that is sweet! <br /> <br />I find the beggar's face far happier than me <br />Admire him but more than that I do him envy <br />Don't doubt it and I'm ready to lay a wager <br />I cannot be as happy as that street side beggar!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cannot-be-as-happy/
