at noon
scorching red
over my emptiness
which never let me know
how to beg
door to door
rather gives me space
to introspect
what if
in this world
all the meanings
saturated
and all men equipped
with sufficient means
and filled
with knowledge
to the brim
I envisage
a scene where
people begging
to give
but there is none
With emptiness
Who can in-take,
at that time
the sun goes to set
and I feel
I am hugely blessed

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