Alms

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You visit the temple every day, hurriedly flipping off your shoes washing your foot from a small tap, oblivious to the fact that I am perched next to it all by myself stretching my deformed hand towards you in hopes that just today you will look at me and give me something, if not a penny but a smile an acknowledgement of my existence here from 10 years that you have been visiting here!

In your constant attempt to please a well-formed, decked statue; by being a different you as you bow towards the deity hoping that he will consider only this you, alas you fail to see much larger much real picture awaiting to be noticed, to be bowed to.

No I don’t call you frugal for you are generous when tipping the deity for having tolerated you for so long every single day! Your shallowness, your pains, your cries, your complains and seldom a good thing or gratitude to share.

You weave a story so focused on self that talking or smiling at you is like punching a wall, your wide forehead filled with color yet a pale life, your eyes sharp and focused on mission(GOD) blocking the surrounding vision amazes me even today.

But yet I wait for a time when you will shed all of it and be real you when you come in the morning flipping your shoes to bow,  making futile attempts to understand who is better – you begging to god or me begging for food.

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