Beggars
The red and white church
vomits its brown and white worshippers
sated with bread and wine
to picnic on the Lawn.
Outside a trinity of beggars
pathos, famine and sickness,
look on with hungry eyes
sores licked by dogs.
The rose stone college
surrounded by cruel white snow
its porch shelters homeless humanity
but its people shelter no one.
He who does not hear the word
He who does not feed the poor
might as well have molten tin or lac
poured into his deaf ears.
He who does not preach good news
might as well have his tongue cut out
surely he will descend into the lowest darkness of hell
which is called Asamvitta.
