Kishore R R Poet Free verse

The faint smile

                                   Thoughtful but seldom happy
                                Feigned by concerns and craving
                                Reigned by dishonor and shame
                                Ridden with regret and remorse
                                 Seething with paucity and pain 
                               Battered by unreturned hard work
                                      Helplessness writ large 
                                    O poor! sorrow and slight
                                           Are your destiny.

                                    But, be straight and upright
                                           You are not alone
                                Those calling themselves affluent
                                  Confined in their ivory towers
                                 Depressed, jealous and worried
                              Riddled with insecurity and mistrust
                                       With chronic illnesses
                                        Counting their days
                                    Are million times unhappy

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Jeanette Swan May 29, 2024 at 2:29 AM There is truth here - anxiety is not confined to the poor. I like that you want to give dignity, 'be straight and upright' to one in such a helpless situation. J :)