Poor

What About This?

What about this?
And what about that?

 

Thinking of a piteous father
Who has no bread to feed

 

A mother & a daughter

Living in their unattainable dreams

 

Look at this naive child
Silently crying for a single penny

 

Looking in his mothers’ eyes
Who’s also deprived & affright

 

Why don’t they deserve?
And why we do?

 

Why we are flirting with big cars?
And they are struggling just for food

 

Try to see these tears
Try to feel this pain

 

It’s just a matter of time

that makes you affluent or frail

 

All these ‘so-called’ amenities

Are not more than a piece of filthy trash

 

What about this?

And what about that?

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's my very first poem...      :)

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Who is Truly Poor?


Who is truly poor?

The person with hardly any riches,

Or he who is ‘dark’ inside,

And yearns, like Macbeth, for more.

 

Poverty is just a fleeting abstraction,

It’s our selfless nature,

That can turn our lone ‘home’,

Into a place devoid of unwanted mystification.  

 

Being literally charitable is what we must dream of,

It’s there in the heart; just a bit honest search is enough.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In the 7th line, the word 'home' symbolises the world.

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inside land of someone -poor

it is a past of mine

but still working 

saw leaving the mercy behind 

but stll moving

 

walked into the inside land of someone

maybe a shelter or a home for someone

saw the different mask there 

with the rejection of unwanted noise there

 

walked to go to the other side 

and found the same as there

mask with unwanted noise there

old, lame people are there

watching every face

looking at  everyone's eye 

looking for just 2 rupees 

said " please help me 

         to live this life"

 

kids keep walking in their land

tried to help as much as they care

they asked their  parents

for a little help

and there somewhere in the heart

they said "mercy is still there" 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this poem about those people who sit in subway and try to get some money, cause they are old or lame or uneducated they are unable to get some work , they just need our help. Here mask refers to those people who just walk away and don't even bother to hear what the old person trying to say. 

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Wake UP!

Wake Up! Wake UP! No more sleeping in bed
Little Peter is crying he needs to be fed

Angie is failing she can’t even read
This problem exists because she is poor- that’s what her teacher now believes

We are failing our children while we lie asleep
Our family structure is failing and is proven to be weak.

Wake Up! Wake Up! Mother while Peter is being raped
By the same man you love and claim it’s you that he dates

Wake! Wake Up! Dad your daughter is growing old
She needs a man in her life – so she sleeps with the addict who treats her cold…

Wake Up mom and dad no more thinking about you
But instead of our children whose thoughts are misconstrued

The alarm clock has gone off- No more sleeping in bed
Let’s save the children we have left
‘Cause half of our children are already dead.

Wake Up!!!!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wake up is a powerful piece screaming the needs of some of our children. Wake up has been described as the perfect wake up call for those caring for children. It is a great gift for someone in the social services field; teachers or any persons providing the needs of our children