I Am Poor Still Live a Human Life

I am poor still live a human life... Live in shack, wear a rag, Eat from trash, beg in streets, Eat not when I want, but when I find, Shrunken belly, faded face, Symbol of hunger and misery life, I am poor still live a human life... Most don't like poor on even toungue, But I carry and hold tightly in my soul, Sufferance of pain tests courage of mine, Not enough brawny to bury me alive, Intensity of sufferings is so harassing, That even poverty is ashamed, Yet see smile on my face, I am poor still live a human life... Don't mistake by my look, I have heart, I have soul, Love is not bought or sold, Love is deep from depth of heart, I don't hate, I don't curse, Live with or without the fate, I am poor still live a human life... Under poverty many survive, Poor a brand encashed by all, Poor a slogan enjoyed by elites, It's a spice makes topic hot, Writers, Poets share as weepy theme, Ladder of politicians for vote bank, Though live on your compassion, Yet a tree gives them shade, I am poor still live a human life... All are poor, some ethically, some lack cash, And some lack basic food and rag, All go to temple, Mosque and Church, All beg for wish, Some for fortune, Some for raise, And some for food and rag. Rich beg inside the shrine, But poor like me beg outside the shrine, The difference is, You beg diety and we beg you, I am poor still live a human life... © Sadashivan Nair