They Say Your Are…. Poem by V P Mahur

You say you are poor
And make a roar
Why?
Don’t you earn more
Than thirty as a day’s labour
If it is true
Cheer and rejoice
For, they say
You are not poor
Not poor?
It means you are rich
Not I but they
So say
And they are
Doubtlessly wise
I need not revise
That they are exclusively
And precisely wise

You say you are poor
You can fill your belly
Upto its core
For just five
Anywhere without strife
Not I, but they
So they say
And they are
Doubtlessly wise
Do I need that revise?

Now you complain
They don’t love you
As they claim
But you are mistaken
They are not to blame
They only love the poor
Is that clear?
You are above
The line of poverty
For you earn
More than thirty
And you must feel liberty
To enjoy like a rich with glee
So what is this plea?
You must know
It is ‘They’
Not I who say
Your are not poor

Let me first
To you congratulate
On your richly state
Go but don’t shed tears
For you must celebrate
Your rich state