Poem | Who is not a beggar?

A street beggar

With shabby cloth,

Filthy hair and untidy beard,

Was begging money.

Some passers by

Were throwing some coins,

And others were flying

Ignoring the existence

Of the dirty man.

I approached him,

 And gave a coin,

And also through,

 Some free advice:

“Why are you begging?

Be ashamed of

For what you are doing.

Try to get a job,

Earn your bread.”

The man stared at me,

Then whispered,

“Who is not a beggar?

I only beg

To earn my own bread!

But you people?

The biggest beggar!

You beg for wealth,

You beg for health,

Beg for power,

And everything,

You need or do not need!

Even God is fed up,

With your blatant act!

You want to grasp

All that you can get,

But don’t know that

God has set the destiny,

For you as well as me!”