A sleep-depriven beggar
hungry and untidy, when asked
me for a penny; did I have to give.
But deep in my pockets -
someone holds my conscience;
wrapped in currency, corrupted
by greed that we call comfort.
Worthless is kindness
for people who confuse it with love,
worthless is their smiling
who confuse everything with love;
yet know not in its roots
what is love.
I gave him a penny
saving one for myself too,
so that when he begs again for his stomach,
he knows that the giver is a beggar too.
- Syed Rehan
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