A few friends put me upto this.
I sincerely feel one cannot know the true magnitude of poverty and its many aspects; despair, frustration and desire unless one experiences it. However my small attempt at understanding it.
Poverty
Wants and needs mingle
fuse , entwine, unite
at the sight of food.
yuck, bwack and vomit
to him seem manna.
Desires are shoved, needs attended to
pockets can stretch only so much.
I have little, I am happy
If though I can have more…
Frustration at being outmoded
Vertu prada and Gucci
unable to afford,
They call her poor.
