Tuesday 29 September 2015

Terror of the Poor

They say glibly that poverty is a curse,
Paying for sins of one’s previous birth.
Why not loosen strings of your purse?
Charity, we know, can give the poor, mirth.

All men are equal when they’re born,
None is made superior to others,
Why then some regale when some are forlorn?
Why then about deprived none bothers?

When qualified of nation, stand in long queues,
“Why don’t you work?” asked are the beggars,
Compete they with dogs to get a bite of refuse,
At the sight of their plight, tears mind triggers.

Large chunk of nation below poverty line,
Nary a morsel, nary a letter in their destiny.
Hopeless lives, helpless kids’ eyes don’t shine,
Nary a grumble or a complaint or a mutiny.

Preached a lot “Children, waste not food”
Alas! To me a deaf ear always they turn,
Looked at me with eyes that are rude,
Values of life they never seemed to learn.

One man’s poison is yet another’s medicine,
One man’s garbage is another’s gourmet food.
Privileged tots always are in apparel pristine,
Their rags, to urchins are clothes very good.

If all were born equal, then why the imbalance?
Brought up by nature, whose children are they?
Sore wounds of society, none gives them a glance,
Are you culprit, am I guilty, what does society say?

Much loved and pampered are sweet children mine,
Unaware are they of bitter truth of society flawed.
Not are mine, nor are theirs, nor these children thine,
Are they then the unlucky children of a lesser God?

(All pictures are taken from Google)

Note : Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed. The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little. I would like to sum up everything in just one line by John Green, "There are no poor. There is no Them. There are only facets of us, of the rich"



  1. After reading this need to change my perspective. . .this is Really heart touching.

  2. Oh, such a lovely poem and perfect illustrations... yes, one must always have a giving hand... :)