The Poverty He Fears
This is a poem for all those individuals who try their best, but never get out of 'POVERTY'. I have written this poem to express my agony on 'The Abject Poverty' of such individuals. As we live our lives happily, we tend to forget about it. I would like you all to know... "Someone is missing this happiness very badly". If we won't try to take a step and help, someone may die daily or may even cry daily. And I fear, this feeling of despair...
Life's scary face and
Rolled down tears...
Swollen eyes of mother at home and
Broken leg of dad around...
"Bro I need you..."
Sisters whispering sound.
He again move to take a chance and
Starts living in the hell,
Helpless when he sits on ground,
Always says "I'm doing well".
It's hate he carries all the time,
Those wishes vanished, those dreams died,
Luck is what he never met,
Failure & sympathy he always got...
Sadness is his best fellow,
Once shiny eyes, now why yellow?
Did he (God) curse the one so hard,
Those weak eyes lost in dark.
This happened in his life,
Once upon a time...
He is cool, he is calm as he slept very tight.
Blessing he gave you and me,
It was his wish to set us free.
Now it's our turn to call him a star,
though, he fought for us...
We won the war.
Finally, the poverty I fear,
Life's scary face and
Rolled down tears...
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