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A wealthy, voluptuous, bedecked grand lady,
Walking down the slippery steps of a temple,
Fuming and frowning at the crowd and alms seekers,
Allergic and avoiding, the mere men and mortals
A skin covered skeleton, of a pathetic beggar,
An occasional meal is a celebration of feast,
With everlasting hope stretched out his hand,
Hoping for a dime from the good looking rich dame
The piece of cloth an apology for a dress,
Nor the sunken eyes competing the starving stomach,
Could strike a chord on the heart of the lady,
But hastened her step, to move away from the mummy
In a split second slip, she almost had a fall,
Doubling all his strength, the pauper helped the wall,
The ungrateful lady continued her stroll,
Unmindful though, the poor one could not earn the dole |
