The Eternity Of Poverty

When in this eternity,

will we bring an end to poverty?

Every possession for them is a precious novelty,

and every desire,is a distant dream,an impossibility. 

Their hearts,with loyalty to their motherland be oozing,

still in the winter chill,with no shelter they be freezing.

Their beds are pavements,with roaches and odors that's not very pleasing,

yet their day's toil makes them sleep like babies,dreaming.

The rich spend money for meditating,

while the poor for food they be hesitating.

No doctors to help their health,that's aching,

and they gape at billboards selling creams for anti-ageing.

Their tears exclaim their forceful struggle,

as they try to solve poverty's never ending puzzle.

A few kind souls help,making them bedazzled,

i wish i could do something,leaving a kinder world unraveled.

-Aadil Ahmed Moulvi