Poverty Poem by Aryan Nuwal

Hey! What do you feel looking at those poor in their cottage of clay?
Supported by a little bit ofhay
No money to pay
But never they lose the hope, a new morning, a new day
That is what they hope for each and everyday

Did you ever thought how hard is it for theirliving
Did the bell of your mind ring
One time of food the people being rude
That is how they stay
In their cottage of clay

Their children begging for bread
Being ignored as if really dead
But no improvement for the poverty of nation
That is not how all this is done
No improvement in the lives of the poverty of our people
After hearing all this, I am sure you all must be feel discouraged and dull

Could you ever think how pain they had been bearing till now
How are they still living? How, how, how?
Isn't this situation f there's a bit tense
Is this because of there hard work and patience
Is this how they still stay
In their small cottage of clay

How are they able to seek happiness in such a life?
How are they able to seek out peace in their nights?
How are they still able to stay
In their cottage of clay.