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