When We Were Poor Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
When We Were Poor
Rating: ★5.0
My mother wipes off the
tears rolling down her cheeks.
Her eyes are like blood. I ask her
what is the matter. She goes on
crying. You won't understand.
The nights are like bad dreams.
He comes with nothing in his
pockets. And I have to feed all
of you begging door to door.
My little heart does not know
the humiliation of being poor.
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8/28/2026 12:42:05 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A vivid portrait of poverty, Anil. This is such a powerful verse.