Beggarman / Thief

Ten years ago my sister moved to Australia
Carrying two identical handbags
One filled with jewellery: Topaz, amethyst, pearl
The other with my poems to her
A confused thief carried both away
Pawning the jewels / Junking the scrap paper

In Old Delhi the British burnt both libraries
housing Ghalib's poetry
With great difficulty he transcribed them again
One from the mouth of a beggar
Who recited his poem to Ghalib for alms
I do not think in modern Sydney we can find
                    a beggar worthy of Old Delhi.

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