I was running for race of life <br />to prove, my life is not futile <br />to shoulder my responsibilities <br />for the sake of world <br />to adjourn myself from the strepent life <br />suddenly I stumbled with a little flower <br />And I caught the little flower <br />with my hand to save her life <br /> <br />But I am badly injured <br />seeing the little flower <br />my heart is still bleeding <br />to gaze the drops of toil <br />on her forehead <br />spreading her little hands <br />only for few coins <br /> <br />Hardly she would have seen <br />three springs in her life <br />her first spring might have been spent <br />in her mother's lap <br />during her second spring <br />she might have seen like her mother <br />begging on the road <br />third spring has compelled her <br />to beg on the road <br /> <br />Her little drops of toil has made her <br />so stiff that injured me forever <br />no ointment do I find <br />to heal up my wounds <br />what should I say to this world <br />Is it gift or curse to this world?<br /><br />ramesh rai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-beggar/
