Beggar of Love

walking down the dusty road, 
that merged with the asphalt. 
i came across a door, 
that i supposed was open for all.
and there i stood hopefully, 
from within the lady came.

throwing at me a few pieces of bread, 
that were leftover without claim.
she gave me such a stare, 
as if, a lump of flesh was i; 
she saw the hunger in my body, 
and overlooked the starving eye.

i gathered the fallen pieces, 
and silently walked away from the scene.
the road later lead me, 
to a mighty fenced mansion.
but the humans within i thought, 
had indeed lost their freedom.

on the gate i stood.
what on earth men wanted? ; i thought! 
when its just a river; meandering across
a sudden complaint, came from behind the bars, 

and the keeper showed me the way downtown.
thus rubbing some salt on my healing scars.
i looked on to the way, 
and gave the keeper a smile, 

for i knew he was doing his job, 
and the road to me was my life.! 
the morning thus came and went, 
the noon in grief i spent, 

and in the evening i opened up my heart, , 
to amuse my friends on our sabbath.
they welcomed me with their arms open wide, 
and whispered to me, -'u my friend are a beggar, 

so what offense we are yet another ones'
i was caught amongst a league of beggars, 
and a beggar was i, but unlike them, 

i needed love to survive.
and to gain love i walked from door to door.
but all they did was to; just ignore.
as i could give nothing to them on my rove
they could hardly see that i was 'a beggar of love'! ! !