It's raining, badluck.

Sitting by the window,

Looking out into the open…

Into the horizon..

I see the raindrops falling...

And, the beggar still begging…

But, the rain doesn’t want to stop…

And, the beggar cannot walk.

I pity the beggar who cannot do much…

And, only beg, using his one crutch.

Sitting by the window,

All I can do is wish,

That the scrawny old man doesn’t perish.

- Apurva.