I am embarrassed
By hunger,
By thirst,
By poverty,
I am a man of
Properties, though.
But willingly and
Unwillingly I am
Unable to use them
For my own developments.
And for this, they all
Laughed at me.
I have no action to take,
I have also no reaction
For anything besides
Getting angry
On the words outside.
I know, no cooperation
Is there inside my home.
And all are taking advantages
Friends and foes.
I am helpless and poor,
Is it right?
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