Talent is born where narrow streets confine,
Where hunger schools the mind before its art;
Bright thoughts mature beneath a borrowed time,
And early need instructs the willing heart.
Before ambition learns to chart its way,
The body claims its ancient, urgent right;
The hours meant for thought are bled away
To keep the present living through the night.
Poverty is not the absence of the mind,
Nor lack of will, nor discipline undone;
It is the theft of time—slow, unkind—
Where futures fade before they've begun.
Thus dreams of law, of service, rank, and role
Are outrun daily by the need to eat;
Survival sets the measure of the soul,
And hunger moves on faster than the feet.
By Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India
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