If you push the door ajar, you see a beggar.
You, I am sure, may be astounded to see,
The person standing on the door is none other than me.
What do you think I carry on my back?
Of course, it is nothing other than a big sack.
Don't ask me what actually is inside it,
Because I use the sack as a sleeping bag under the bridge.
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Whilst I breathe sorrowful songs into the air,
They echo on the street and go nowhere.
I still wonder if anyone has such strong and keen ears!
Because why doesn't anyone ever come near.
Almost every day on the streets,
I meet someone who mistreats.
And to defend myself, I must have a fight,
Just under the street light at night.
The police interrogate, abuse and kick,
The real culprit, who's free on bail, is someone else.
He has money and is probably relaxed, sipping wine,
A glass is likely to be filled with the blood of mine.
Amar teaches English at Graded English Medium School (GEMS) in Dhapakhel, Lalitpur, and is the founder member of Sustainable Education Group-Nepal.
