Begger has no world

 Beggar has no world to call his own,

No shining streets, no gilded throne.

He walks through shadows, quiet and cold,

His dreams like whispers, timid and old.


The world moves fast, yet turns away,

Ignoring the stories he cannot say.

Yet in his eyes, a spark remains,

A silent hope through hunger and pains.


For though the world may not give a hand,

He carries his own sky, his own land.

A heart unseen, yet brave and free,

Beggar has a world inside, you see.


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