The Indian Soft Know-How Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

What can poverty of means to world give?
Weal, nor wealth, nor much withal can it spare,
Nor tech-know-how to those in plenty live,
We have some soft assets for those that care.

Life, a quotidian test of adventure,
Survival suspended on daily dare,
Still, cosy we live with uncertain air—
To west, bored and blasé, ah, not a mean lure!

Excited we live life in penury,
Hustling, bustling amid bare life,
Healing hungry maws of humanity,
None dies here of dullness, of boredom rife.

With an attitude of innocent gamble,
We need no casinos, nor betting joints,
No fancy fortune-feigning ensemble,
Come, we give this free of frown—our soft points.

Too sterile has world grown like a hospice,
Cultured austerity hanging in air,
And people too polite, not good as nice;
Come, we know how intimate hearts to spare.

Ready are we our aching hearts to share,
In giving words to feelings when we strive,
We show to world how to live more alive,
And be humane, our bosoms all but bare.

For, world has grown an isolate island,
Hard know-how bridging barricades of land,
Making next-door neighbours like strangers stand;
We still try and extend a helping hand.

We know, the truth of this tough is to show,
Come close in, stay with us, and you will know.
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