Neither a case of malnourished
nor a case of under privileged
A new breed now emerged
Representing the term modern poverty
Neither dress nor food
Appear any time beyond their reach
An offshoot of middle class society
Always facing scarcity of funds
Tight rope walk always their task
Basking forever in false faced glory
World is always measured by money
Status always moves with rich
Socializing sans expenses
Hard to imagine hard to cope with
Acquired are gadgets and goods
Squeezing the wallets beyond their holds
Plastic currencies pouncing on their needs
Credit and debit cards tempting the moods
Luring the minds to spend without strings
Making it difficult to make multiple ends meet
Easy to say ‘be prudent’ ‘be content’
Time troubles us without an indent without our intent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People always try to sell us things we don't want. We live in a must have society where money rules. Good poem