Rich-Poor - Poem by Shreej k.c
News flashes! as is the nature of news
'Earthquake shakes my country in April'
choppers, private jets, whirlybirds whirling in sky
while Hillbilly in beastly beauty- the Mountain
notices an alien bird pooping a sack of rice, bawls
as cereal scatters on ground with the thrust it falls.
He looks at his coughing oldies and starving children
squats pondering whether to feed them muddy grain.
Meanwhile, banners, celebs, agencies flash their teeth.
Rich getting richer, poor poorer beneath.
News fizzles! as is the nature of news.
news return home, cuddle their warm blankets.
there remains Hillbilly amid forsaken mountains
now covered with snow,
shivering in cold winter,
still inside makeshift tarp;
impotently looking at his oldies
now the blood they barf,
his innocents still sit on edge of a scarp
setting their myopic eyes over the skies.
Sometimes I wonder, what if dimes
Diva spends lifting the face, boosting her bosom
and pennies Richy swings at golf course,
gambles at casino could
pierce these stubborn mountains;
Limousine and Lamborghini could
disguise as cable cars and the trains
just to meet Hillbilly and his family,
how poor yet how rich,
how helpless yet how resilient they are.
I know, I just wonder a lot!
The bliss of develop - ing;
you get the eyes to see the both
extravagance ruining the '-ed' and stun,
vengeance ruling the 'un-' and mourn.
The curse of dangling in the middle;
the delicacies the bulging belly serves above
entices your salivary flow
yet you swallow back, nauseated to look at
its shit over the scaphoid below.
It helps maintain your BMI though!
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