Thursday, May 05, 2011

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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1 comment:

  1. Smiles are free but we hardly smile. Nice poem and thoughtful.