Baaton Baaton Me

It's strange how I come up with something creative and poetic in the most unusual circumstances. This is one such example. 

I was reading Dilip Kumar's autobiography which stated that he loves to read and his house shelves the finest pieces of literature. His fondness for English and Urdu poetry has been well highlighted and people from the yore are aware about his command over the languages. He, from what I know, writes couplets in Urdu himself. 

So I narrated this excerpt to my mom about the thousands of books in his house and asked her if, after him, those books will be donated to poor kids like me who have an unsatiated hunger for good literature, specifically poetry. And then I asked her if some poor boy in rags were to beg for books how would he do it poetically?

In a minute I had the answer with words gushing in my head. The following verse may not be rhythmically fantastic but it sure conveys the message and is pretty good at an amateurish level:

Bebas hu, lachaar hu

Jeene ka sahara maangta hu

Daulat nahi, shauhrat nahi

Bas thodi si taleem maangta hu