THE CURSE OF POVERTY (Poverty- a curse)

I cant believe, its the 21st century,
Almost everything has changed so swiftly.
But still, there remains a curse,
Making its effect being felt immense.
This is the curse of poverty,
With its sound loud and raspy.

I cant believe, people struggling to strive,
Really unable to thrive.
Children and men who exchange sweat for some price,
But end up fainting, dreaming a mouth full of rice.
This is the curse of poverty,
With its sound loud and raspy.

I cant believe, seeing a beggar search warmth on a cold night,
Braving with a shawl under the moonlight.
There are millions, who live like this on street,
Strolling here and there, to find something to eat.
This is the curse of poverty,
With its sound loud and raspy.

I cant believe, a defeated mother poisoning her children,
just because poverty was her burden,
I see many of them living with major health ailment,
with sick and dying children, unable to buy treatment.
This is the curse of poverty,
With its sound loud and raspy.

I cant believe, there exist a million ways to tackle poverty,
So that it doesn't kill the poor and needy.
I wish the whole world comes together as one
So that poverty can be done.
Lets erase the curse of poverty,
With its sound loud and raspy.

This is my first poem of 2012 and let us take 2012 as a year where we all take an oath to fight against poverty,  when every possible we will help the poor, never ignore them, for they are our brothers and sisters.  
My words may be harsh but the future of our country is in our hands.................

-->SULAIMAN SAIT

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