Turning right by the traffic-light,
Saw a beggar in my sight.
Unique in his own right.
As God was not so kind,
For he was blind.
Nothing to hide,
He had a board by his side.
Instructions of which,
All donors had to abide.
Anything less than rupee one,
He would shun.
Checking my wallet,
I realised,
Beggar could give a curse.
By giving a 50-paise coin,
Things could get worse.
Aware that he could not see,
I thought it was meant to be,
And donated the handsome fee.
But to my utter surprise,
Beggar turned out to be more wise.
I saw him rise,
Said staring at my brown eyes,
“I am blind by profession,
But why are you turning blind?”