Poverty
The havoc of poverty
Is the undisturbed terrain
Of the vain unqualified.
Who live in distress.
Sitting on the recliner
Speaking about the poor
With the glass of costly wine
And there is nothing to offer.
Only talk and talk about them
The one who lives in the lane
Sleeping on roadside poverty
Eating the dirt filth of variety.
The life of the poor
In the way never to prosper
For us who want to change
Run far away from garbage.
We are show stoppers
Of the change makers
Who wants the village
For a powerful image.
We curse the poverty
Do nothing for parity
It is our disgusting outrage
In the social media age.
-Rohan Dhabade
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