Sometimes, life feels like a long walk through silence — a journey where even emptiness whispers.

This poem, The Beggar Within,” is a reflection on endurance, quiet hope, and the beauty that can rise even from the ashes of longing. It is about carrying our unseen wounds with grace until they bloom again in light.

” The Beggar Within”

I am a beggar—
in the bowl of my heart lie
a few dried flowers,
remnants of dreams that once breathed,
and words that never learned to speak.

My mind is an empty courtyard,
no rest, no arms to hold me,
only the echo of my footsteps
and the whisper of unseen winds.

I walk the dust-stained roads,
carrying my own silence,
as if motion itself were my fate,
as if life were stretched
upon the cold floor of death.

Yet deep within,
a tender spark survives—
a pulse of quiet hope murmuring,
“You are not broken, only becoming.”

And perhaps one dawn,
these withered flowers
will bloom again,
and the bowl of my heart
will overflow with fragrance.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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