Thoughts of homeless beggar

Thou Masked people wearing a mask,

Look I am Unmasked and have nothing to hide.

You are worried by the tiny frightful spikes.

would it be dreadful then hunger strikes?

Deserted streets, empty roads and closed stores,

Locked, stocked thou got enough leisure 

To indulge in your bounty and richness.

But I am scared and alone ,like never before

Outcast and cast away for the inferno.

They have strange sympathy with no empathy,

A wave of donors click pics and selfies

To transact my shame for their showy fame,

And it’s true that I have nothing to blame.

Bottles of Sanitizers with hand wash liquids

And As usual, they washed their hands off me

Now Watch Satire of social distance,

Didn’t You keep me always in the distance?

I Laughed when they fought for tissues,

Watch me I don’t have such issues

Thought in past ,that I may die unclaimed

Now I find solace and sorry of mass graves.

You turned to god, praying from home

I live all my life on the steps of his house

I felt sorry for your events and festivals

As I missed few crumps of your lavish feast

You wake up to count dead and spread

I fear you won’t end up like me on streets, ahead

Pandemic has no medicine, vaccine or cure

So it is with your growing pride and my humble penury.