Let’s make poverty smile.

What can words bring?

What can lamentation achieve?

It is in this world we all together breathe

In ignorant the ties we cut asunder.

The thinning line of selflessness

Finds joy in selfishness

And, we throw money to buy soul

And, the tears of the poverty.

We leave marks of our soles

In their homes that we call slum

Yet they call us their blood

But, we shun them

Saying our blood is different.

Soul defiled

Wither goes humanity?

The devils we befriend many times

The divine we come across but occasionally

Thus when there are tears of poverty

Let us coat the poverty with smiles

And leave with the joy all over our heart.

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