Beggar who made me human

Once, I was resting on the river bed
Two beggars came to me, looking sad
One was eight and one was eighty
I took out to give the rupee, one I had
I have to give to one , I decided
as an idea to share never occured

When I knew not whom to give, I thought
If I give to the child
He may seek arms again, to gain
which would motivate more to join
making them not to stand on their own
but, it may satisfy his basic need
this deed of mine may sow a seed
infuture, he may save more in need

If I give to the old
He is at the dawn of his life
for the fragile bones, not feed him
sons and daughters might have left
for he has lost all the man's gift
I know, I shall reach that phase someday
but thought, I should prepare for it today

I came out of the dilemma, when they called again
and I made in favour of child, with some pain
'This is injustice' the old cried in vain
I said 'My rupee lives for eighty with child
and with you only eight, as you are old'
They left as the old cursed and the child smiled

'Injustice' has struck straight in heart
but still he was surely right, as
I could not save him from his plight
My tears rolled as these thoughts flooded
'Hunger knows no laws of life and living
all are same and as none is free
let human be more common than hunger
so, never under the Sun there shall be death again'
I gave the child , just one rupee, but
I gave the old, myself, by turning human
'Hope I made justice' to the beggar
who may never know he has made one man, human