The Rings and the Beggar

There was no reason that a gold ring be bought,
It was not, and its source - Unknown.
No one to claim, no one to blame,
I thought gold will bring a smile on Her face, but it did not
Temples are a worship place, people pray for reasons - Untold,
The look on his face, and expectation, looking for pity
I offered it to an almsman, the ring - shiny and glittery.
He cried at my foolishness, the beggar at my gratitude,
At his unwillingness to accept, and mine to give something less.

The other ring - bought with an effort, a trek, and with the Lie
with the risk of reaching The Destroyer's Shrine, alive
Which lead to concern, deep though and a fight,
Probably with the thought that her brethren would recognise
Temples are a worship place, people pray for reasons - Untold.
I offered it to the almsman, The one of steel, and risks, behold!
He cried at my foolishness, the beggar at my gratitude,
At his unwillingness to accept, and mine to give something less.

Both the rings face a similar fate, Unpractical in nature,
Trying their luck out, their fate. However they have a place
Surrounded by a black net, zipped, along with the Rs 500 bait,
The highest note in the pocket, with the highest pitch,
Which was given to the snake charmer for his confidence
and his prediction of the unforeseen,
My perception - Money, the snake ate.
The beggar now wonders, do efforts matter or is it just luck and fate?