Poverty (Indian Poverty) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I can stll see them
Going half-fed, half-clothed,
Living in huts and mud houses,
Poor people
Going half-fed, half-clothed
And the hearth burns it not
For two times,
Sleeping on the muddy floor
With a date leaf-made mat
And without light
Poor people
Living in huts and mud houses
So hot and humid during summer
And wet and leaking during rainy days
And cold during wiinter,
The paddy straw bed to warm up
And children keep playing with dust and sand
And hens keep picking the litter
With the sheep and goas grazing around.