Immortal Imperfections

Begging

Noses shaded with soot

Faces tinted with chalk

Out they come to plunder and loot 

Out they come to beg and hawk

Our tryst always involves a glass pane

They press their noses on the glass

Trying to show their emaciated mass

They put on looks so gullible

that the near future does become predictable

We roll down our windows and hand them some money

They bless us with happiness for all eternity

Despite a tryst so sweet, still remains alive a burning animosity

for a few seconds later we realise  our folly

and feeling helpless, comment harshly

"these people take advantage of our noble heart,

they really are well versed in their art."

For making such men, we curse our god

Never do we thank the blessings of the supreme overlord

For it was possible that , he could have garnished us with some ill fate

and have made us into these same people,whom the world hates

 Never do we realise that it is this tryst that makes us humane

and yet we call these people of  god, uneducated and insane.