Poor And Poverty Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poverty and poor

It did hurt
From very start
As child
And sometimes got wild

The attitude, from elders in community, was puzzling
They were always making joke and teasing
I used to burn with rage
But was helpless with poverty and age

It may be their arrogance
And as rich people they had their chance
But it was making impact on child's mind
I really hated behavior of such kind

It made me equally resolute to go in for defense services
Country had witnessed two recent wars
Even though belonging from traders community
I decided to join defense forces of country

By good or bad luck
It was never struck in mind
But later on it was proved correctly
I had not only fared well but enjoyed period thoroughly

It was difficult to accept jealousy from others
Even though they had reasons to differ
But as human being, it needed much more soft corner
I think over it now and feel about "poverty and poor"