Treasure Island

Meera Meenakshi Sundharam


Poverty


It’s the 21st century,
World has advanced in many ways, yet poverty still cries.
Looking at the little boy with tears in eyes,
Desperately searching for love, companion and good clothes
We all know what it clearly indicates and shows,
Poverty.
It haunts me, and part of me wants to make a change and,
the other me wants to forget
but I can surely bet
It’s something one with a good heart wouldn’t do!
If it takes some sacrifice, I’m ready
But is the rest of the world?
I see poverty in a rich man trying to find love,
I see poverty in a well-educated man who lacks modesty.
I see poverty in a literate man who lacks respect for poor.
I see poverty in a selfish man who wants more
The world is still imperfect despite all the advancements,
Because there is,
Poverty.

Submitted: Thursday, November 13, 2008

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  • Sathyanarayana M V S (11/14/2008 5:01:00 AM)

    An inspiring poem. Your challenge that u are ready for sacrifices is great. i wish youth takes up such issues in their writings. Please read my poems; MY SWEAT, THAT RAINY DAY, HONOURABLES. I am very much sure u like them so much..........thanks.......... (Report) Reply

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