Poverty:
Poverty is a curse,
with empty and torn purse.
All misery and disease,
with nothing left to lease.

Hunger and thirst follows then,
with nothing to loose ,helpless is the men.

Hell becomes the life,
of men ,kids and wife.

cruelty on the innocents ,
gives birth to strife.

Having both ends meet,
becomes very tough indeed.
Pitiful is the plight,
with sleepless and restless night.

Rich becoming more rich,
and poor submerging into the ditch.
this is a deep and never ending gap ,
which no one can ever stitch.

Lets we all come together,
and give them some feather.
So that poor can also fly,
lets hear their cry.

Where there is will there is a way,
lets make for poor a new and beautiful day.
Take a minute ,just to think,
before it is late and all gets sink.

When we eat food,
we throw away the remain,
But never care for poor.
who yearns for a bite to obtain.

We feed our pets ,
with biscuits and bone,
But never bother for the poor,
Our heart has turned to stone.

Lets join hands together,
to root out the poverty,
never hate the poor ,
they are a part of society.


Plight Of Poor...

Shabby clothes and pale look,
satisfying his hunger by hook or crook,
filthy appearance and bare foot,
totally in rags and broken tooth.
This is how a poor looks.


Whenever I see a homeless beggar,
who is all and all in tatter.
Begging with both arms extended,
when everybody is indulged in chatter.


Tries to gain attention,
by showing his misery or depression.
Sometimes blinds himself fiercely,
due to compulsion or obsession.


I cannot hold myself from thinking,
the plight of poor is beyond sinking.
Poverty is indeed a curse,
a punishment of sufferings ,
without a penny in the purse .