The Beggar Boy

I gazed at the poor beggar boy

As the tinder of my conscience

Blazed in to ash

As I found myself burnt 

By the oxygen of my imprint

And the phosphorus of empathy

As I blazed in to a moment

That will forever stand by me

Through hollow tunnels of time

As I left him where he lay and journeyed on in haste

Leaving behind that burning sensation

Yet I stood there a few miniutes later as the pauper

As the man who was bare inside

What no amount of rupees can appease

A man with a wallet filled with 100 rupee notes

And a heartless till filled with the clamor and echo

Of sheer emptiness


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