Testing
Testing
A testing is going on me
to place me in the peak of heights
In this process
He placed me in the midst of fire of poverty
Hungry is cruel
At the same time the starving of our kids is too cruel
Prestige and self respect are precious
a small blow is enough to break into pieces
Asking not, any thing from realtives
Every grain from them will carry a lot of pain and tears
Penniless persons are their jokers
My crys and tears are thier enchanting plays
No peace even in temples to this victim
Home is the hell and my shadow will turn as enemy
Wherever I go
My poverty preface will reach before me
My lovable wife and kids too throw him by words
This is a test going on to Purify me
to gaive me a precious gift after this life
After this life whatever He gives
what it will serve to me to my present needs.
A ladder is enough to go to my normal heights
No rockets are required to reach the sky and stars
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