There once was a beggar,
blind from birth,
sat by the city’s gates
who would shout out,
from time to time:
Why are you looking at me?
then one day
a passerby stopped
on hearing the beggar’s cry
and asked
how do you know if someone is looking at you?
the sightless mendicant replied
I’m allowed to guess,aren’t I?
A pithy,allegorical vignette.
The poem conveys more than meets the eye.