Life Of Poor Men Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

When I take a mouthful of grain
I come to tears thinking of the hungry men
By the roadside begging for alms
To the busy crowd coming out from buses and trams

It is the injustice done by the God
Some are born in palaces some live in mud
The lucky ones have enough food
When dead they are burnt in pyres of sandalwood

Some strive to make to ends meet
Work hard in cold winter and summer's heat
No one sheds tear when they are dead
A few come for help and look as if they are really sad