Poverty
Post by on Friday, April 22, 2022
Yesterday when I looked at that poverty-stricken girl
When she was holding her begging bowl
Lachrymose it made me after seeing her
I rued why I couldn’t provide her succour
People insinuated her for importuning
And she was subjected to lampooning
Still she exhorted for some pennies
So that hunger of days together she avoids
People doubted her that she is masquerading
Willy-nilly she still continued persuading
Late night when I was pondering on bed
This though suddenly struck my head
What If I were born a destitute
Obviously, I too have been ridiculed by that snoot
Then decided to take this lesson with me forever
Helping poor is every human’s fundamental devoir
( The poet is Columnist and Law student at Kashmir University. He tweets atummar_jamal and can be reached at umarjamal968@gmail.com)
