I am Poverty !
Pitiable seems the condition when we see the upheaval contrasts of life, the dominions ruling in power ,rich with their unlimited treasures and the bitter truth of poor cladded with rags of poverty in a miserable condition.
This aspect of poverty now requires to be wiped off, with a clean clear balance of humanity and life ,eradicating the situations which create poverty in umpteen measures.
I, poverty, thy destitute figure of humanity,
In rags and mud , I am strewn,
Crushed by offsprings of supremacy
An illegitimate child of power , Iam,
littered ,cluttered , scattered
The bitter truth of the world,
I, poverty, the homeless progeny…
… of the created hypocrisy…
Broods who in thousands ,
agonize in vacillating hearts…
never fathered by the dominions
although I am stripped and denied my part,
dither none, the authority stands unfretted,
I die and get buried
in the human carcasses…
to appear again in another misery
I, poverty, indigent is my form!
I, being a woman, today can raise a voice which can be heard by people from corners of the world, where I can join hands and ensure that change begins ... and all this is possible through the web which connects me and the thoughts echoing loudly in my voice to the rest of the world.The welfare of the whole society will also ensure welfare of the women too.
Together we can , bring a change!
Wish we all will see a dawn when mankind will be able to remove the colour of poverty from their canvas.