Real Poor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Real Poor
It is insulting to be called poor
When people see them going from door to door
Not virtually begging but asking for all the needs
That time only you realize the people’s greed
You can feel real hatred
That can be read
From their tone
And address spoken
I don’t know
What makes them to throw?
Such cheap words
That almost hurts
Your child faces problem
To get the books with lots of trouble
No help is forthcoming and goes for charity
There he receives no help but sense of inferiority
I have faced it over and felt
That to be poor is like rubbing salt
Into wounds and get feeling of pinch
The same kind of pain is felt as such
It is merely a luck that child is born
In poor family to see all ugly turns
Yet he has all hopes of rising
With new day and quite not surprising
Poor of today may be millionaire tomorrow
His future may be glorious and glow
With all that shine and humbleness
You can watch at that time the real happiness
« Delete » williams Prince may be the poor today will be millionaire but how much pains and reproach he has to endure in life to reach there.
chachu ji never say any one poor u must know ur a big poor bcos when u born then was u naked u dont come with cloth why? ? ? and why u dont bring to much money when ur born or a house or ship ok now u know who are u listen may be some thing new learn
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Andy Morley I think the only real poverty is ignorance Badette, which I don't see as applying here. My parents were considered poor by some... By my father's standard, even though other people thought him poor, he always had shoes on his feet, he did not often go hungry and he did not consider himself or his widowed mother 'poor' - far from it, he went on to lead a fantastically interesting life. I went to lunch with my mother's elder sister a month ago and she told me of the struggle she had when my grandfather could not pay for her to go to college. A kind woman in the local council helped her out, not with money but with information. Armed with this knowledge, she was able to look for certain kinds of job that she would not otherwise have known about and she found one, saved up her money and ended up as a student at Cambridge University! 18 hours ago · Unlike · 1