Don Paulo
There were always beggar kids in Kathmandu,
In uniform brown rags, bright black frightened eyes
And bare feet, hard as stone.
They would hang around the Dairy, drinking left over milk
From the bottles the tourists didn’t finish.
They never worried about sharing straws
And they slept under sacks on the pavement at night.
One of them asked Don Paulo for some money for food.
So he took him to an Indian restaurant near by.
Tali, as much as you can eat for ten rupees.
He ate like a starving dog, scared that someone might take it away.
He ate and he ate as if he didn’t know where his next meal was coming from.
Which was true.
The kid left and the waiter came over,
Indignant and in a quiet rage, he asked
“Why did you bring HIM in here”?
Don Paulo said “because he was hungry”.
