Poverty is the darkness of life
That brings hardened truths on existence
When barest minimum needs are not met
The common man's woes are beyond doubt
It is the poverty a curse to humanity
The wise thoughts sidelines to reality
Slowly or steadily the suffering will vanish
Only the hope of humans their own life boat
The wind may not break it in a troubled river
The life, without poverty is so much good.
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