Death Is The Only Relief For The Hopeless! Poem by Ramesh T A

Relativity of Poor is with hunger, downtrodden and poverty stricken people ever;
They live outside and sleep on the pavement in the nights sans any change forever;
Begging forever they pull on the days without any redemption till they meet with death;
But most miserable sight is the very small orphan children roaming in the streets!

Such naturally forsaken children from that age on they start begging for alms to live;
The most heartening sight in the fast mechanically running modern world of civilization;
Speed, machines and fast running vehicles are heartless to see such sad plight on streets;
Growing so from childhood on, they become elders doing anything to survive in the world!

Sans education, food, clothing, shelter and work, winter or summer they beg and live;
According to the inflation of finger, each try to survive till the end of life in the world;
For all such suffering souls, death is the final and best relief to get freedom for soul;
Before the merciful eyes of God only, such things also are happening is doubtful!

God has created world, people and all leaving them to deal their matters themselves;
If only they leave the soul out, He embraces with joy finally with Him up above there!