Poverty Poem by Aftab Alam

Poverty

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Water simmers on the stove
Grater is turning to pieces, a dry clove
Eyes shimmer with vapour at the door
Outside, enjoying with smells, a beggar
Inside intestine is being cut with dagger

Life is such a mirage with darkest craze
They are fit, meadow green they graze

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Wahab Abdul 10 November 2013

stunning poem on poverty..love it

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Gajanan Mishra 10 November 2013

wonderful poverty, my dear poet, thanks.

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