As per His wishes
Think of millions who are left with no food
Just little thought of those uncared for and not good
Sleeping under open sky for want of shelter
No proper amenities and no drinking water
Think of those who are made destitute and poor
No sympathy, no blessings and shutting of door
No God for them in divine places and no care
No direction and little idea about going somewhere
World is sitting of volcano with unequal distribution
Some where plenty and some where total starvation
Some where total upliftment with all facilities
Some where nothing in name with no possibilities
No account for how many may be dying everyday
Under nourished and not finding any suitable way
Unrest and uprising with wanton killings and rapes
Humanity on shame with ugly scene and slaps
Where are proper education and job opportunities?
Where is good environment and basic facilities?
Where the youth of today go and find the place?
Are we not pushing them to take part in mad race?
Many may take to arms and unsocial activities
Rest may suffer in inferiority and all complexities
Life may end near in early fifties or sixties
No place any where to look at open skies
Are we not creating open hell for future generation?
Do we have an answer for any of the question?
How much have we progressed in population jump?
There was never feminine, decline or slump
We have progress on all destructive fronts
We have made big, small and large fonts
With single push buttons millions can perish
World can find several times its peril and finish
We have time to export terrorism
We can spare no troops to protect humanism
We have enough of food grains and stock
Can it reach to inaccessible tribal flocks?
We will eliminate poor with their poverty
There won’t be left any worry for almighty
He will feel no remorse or any kind of pity
As He has only pushed us on earth for serenity
“The poor things shape up as per His wishes”
“No one departs early, waits or finishes”
We have ready made arguments in favor and against
Here poor is eliminated and survives the strongest
Less said is better and for good
Let there be left with no worry for food
We can waste in plenty in big functions and ceremonies
Who else will complain when extravagance and great show accompanies
* Let us not wait and watch as time runs out very fast*
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Don't Tell Me About It I Already Know
Don't tell me about it I already know
That money on bushes and trees does not grow
Yet of it some do have far more than enough
Whilst millions of poor people are doing it tough.
The unequal distribution of wealth seems humanity's shame
For every millionaire hundreds without a penny to their name
Homeless and hungry on poverty street
They hardly would know of the taste of good meat.
So many of life's opportunities denied
Their circumstance of birth their future's for them decide
Of their lives of poverty of varying degrees
In the refugee camps millions of refugees.
Don't tell me about it I know all too well
That millions are living in their earthly hell
Money breeds inequality doesn't that seem unfair
It is a rat race in the big World out there.
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In open yard
Millions of tones of food grains just stored
Not for the normal situation to be restored
Piled in open just to get it wasted
No one stands to be blamed and responsibility not rested
The scores of people die due to starvation
There is no need for poverty alleviation
The poor themselves may be wiped out
This is story of human crisis and all about
The food grains rot in open yards
It remains unattended and doesn’t go forward
Many people sleep with hunger
There is hue and cry with anger
I sit not the shame on humanity?
We talk about moral and eternity
There is man made tragedy and misery
This crime has become almost necessary
We want to build empire on human skulls
Many people loose lives in fight with bulls
Many bear bullet wounds on the chest
Terrorists do their work nicely as the best
What to talk of humanity at large?
The atmosphere is with full of charge
We don’t regret any shameful act
We have lost the morality to react
We have enough to feed so we don’t bother
We see nom reason to stand together
We also want others not to be comfortable
Nothing should reach them or made affordable
We live with mean mentality and till feel proud
We have all the arguments that may look sound
We live in simplicity to present it as ideal model
Why not we be called fanatics and infidels?
Do we not butcher our own brethrens?
Do we not go for light with lanterns?
We have gone completely blind
Such inhuman behavior is not worthy to find
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You Feel That The World Is Against You
You feel that the World is against you and nothing for you is going right
And you struggle just for to make ends meet and life is a hard uphill fight
But than you there are far worse off people though you do not see things that way
In Rwanda a Country in Africa teenagers to support their families work today.
Their parents by war taken from them and the eldest members of the family
Must work for to support their younger siblings they only know of poverty
In our society you may seem a poor man but poverty one can compare
And in the eyes of a Rwandan you would be a multi billionaire.
On five hundred dollars a week take home pay you support your two young children and your wife
As well as buy food, pay bills and the mortgage you do know about the hard life
In this Land they call you a battler you struggle just for to get by
Though the millions of battlers of Rwanda would say that the good life you enjoy.
You feel the whole World is against you a poor fellow on a poor street
But your fridge of food never empty and you and your family
have plenty to eat
And the hungry poor of Rwanda with you only would disagree
They would see you as a wealthy person for they know of extreme poverty
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Food is god
Food is god
for poor people...!
God is not
Only food...
Rich home
Dog is eat
Nice food...
That food is god...?
yes that also
A god...
Good food is
God...
What is good food...?
Given good health
Always good food...
So...
Non veg
Or veg...
Every good food
Is god...
Simply sit
Silentely eat food
With out hot
And cool drinks...
Food is not only
Poor's god...
With each and
Every one also
food is god...
Give respect and
Take food...
Happley too try too
Thank for god...!
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Peaceful mind
"Some thing is not there" I cried
"It is missing some where" I decried
Wealth is in plenty and in abundance
I am richest person in world by chance
Two sons, daughters and relatives all stand
They know me well and coolly understand
I need something else to feel satisfied
As they are very close but whole life lied
What made me to feel at uneasiness?
Why was there not all happiness on face?
"If I had no wealth" would they have stood by?
I desperately searched to find answer and made frantic try
No answer came by but added new feature
Now what I understood is naked fact for sure
All are aligned to me for one reason or another
Otherwise there is no wife, children or brother
I will be no more in few more days
That will open free fight for them anyway
There will be tug of war for inheriting fortune
Everybody will be surprised to find none
I have taken full care of my empire
There is hardly anything to acquire
I have left enough for destitute and poor
I shall have some joy to feel them near
Not that I have left them bare handed
Enough care has been taken to see they are not landed
In troubles and face lot many problems
As everything is now dependant on them
I was restless with only one fear
That they may fight over wealth among dear ones
This should not create bad blood and maintain harmony with peace
Life then would pose no problem for them to live at ease
With this little assurance provided by peaceful mind
I turned my eyes to look at them very kind
I smiled at them with great satisfaction
That itself was source of less worry with good indication
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The Forgotten Hungry And Homeless
The forgotten hungry and homeless nowadays to be found everywhere
There are millions of them close to a billion in the bigger World out there
The refugees of drought stricken Lands and of warlords and the homeless of Poverty Street
Basic human rights of them are denied shelter from the weather and enough for to eat
In a Human World where everyone is supposed to be equal after all we breathe in the same air
But the poor and the homeless and the hungry cannot feel that life is very fair
The minority those who are too wealthy people with too much of everything
Are people that many look up to though their praises I cannot sing,
In an egalatarian Human World everyone would have a home to live in
And nobody would be without food and well dressed and not ragged and thin
The poor by the day growing poorer and that does seem a sad thing to say
And the refugee camps of the World are all overcrowded today,
'Tis sad to think that from the poverty of many that a minority does stand to gain
And I with enough of food and shelter have no reason for to complain.
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Don't Hurt
Don’t hurt the poor’ sentiments
They have nothing to offer as comments
They have pitiful eyes but not for offering curses
It may be certainly a pointer with tears
Don’t we feel shame when tons of grains are lost?
Only because we can’t store with safety even though needed most
Whom are we fooling to add the plight?
Is it humanity versus humanity fight?
I find no answer as we are not less than vultures
Take out the flash as and when found for sure
No sparing of any soul for greedy needs
Who are we going pay any heed?
We claim near to God yet involve in dirty game
We bow head before God but feel no shame
We yet to ask more blessings in our venture
This is how we see our glorious future
If people semi starved and kept at bay
Make it determined bid to stay away
It may engulf your complete empire
This is fact and not simple satire
Many empires have been lost and re-emerged
They are poor but never approach or come to urge
They have only open sky to look at nothing to worry
They may sleep with empty stomach but feel no sorry
Make a point not to waste a single grain
It may cause no stir but only amount to drain
Are we not making cruel joke by simply wasting
When millions of people go hungry and fasting
I read with concern all the revelation
It raises eyebrows with many questions
No one seems moved at the deterioration of store facility
People remain there and there with loss of enough quantity
It may not amount anything
But food can’t be supplanted for something
They need two time square meals
Only this much if we can do to heal
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Many more
How many more will you kill?
You come in open and strike at will
You are committed to play havoc
We are watching you helplessly and in shock
We were tolerant to the name of freedom fighters
We were showing little sign of respect for rioters
We were ready to forget even the dastardly acts
But this wanton killings without knowing the facts!
We called you *mujaheedins or saviors of religion
You were ready to sacrifice in any part of the land or regions
You were hold in high esteems for your total commitment
Now we are in total shock and can only lament
You come in day light and kill the person in holy places
God has given sacred place to prey irrespective of races
You have made it unholy by your revengeful acts
We only unfold our hands in helplessness and do not react
We can understand the anger against sacrilege
We can understand ire against blasphemy under privilege
But how can we justify your action against men and women?
Who are just in open to seek blessings and or good omen?
You may get no reprieve from almighty
You don’t deserve even little blessings with pity
You won’t be forgiven for showing no mercy
You create anarchy, lot and plunder and remain so busy
I wish you are rejected from all over
You find no place for shelter or cover
Everywhere you have only hell to wait
You must face the worst possible fate
You are misguided lot
So far you have struggled for holy war and fought
Now you have directed guns against your own brethren
This is worrying us more and adding the concern
You may have become suicide bombers
You may have secret agenda to remember
But forget not that you too are a human being
Think of Lord or almighty and wait when bird’s sing
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No stoppage by any none
No stoppage by any one
The world is open and field ground
So many opportunities and chances are found
Any chance on the way must be grabbed
Old or youth, child or blind must not be robbed
How long we may take oath under falsehood?
When we have nothing to eat as food?
We have made the earth as hell
What is there now to claim nothing is well?
The Sun was reality, is today and may remain
We must tap the sources and try to gain
What afternoon will help us merely by observing?
When we are lazy, opportunists and not deserving?
Look around, see the trend and wave the hand
You make turn hostile environment as friend
Create lot many places to turn the tide
The horizon and place is open and wide
The world is definitely a place to venture
Dash against odd and secure the tenure
See that earth belt is torn apart and cultivated
All chances for failures are eliminated
I wish it to become level playing field
Each one is having no secured shield
This will prompt them to rise above level
You may realize then that there is no hindrance to excel
Tap the energy and harness it for proper use
See that youth is oriented for all crises to defuse
Go from one end to another one
As sky is the limit and no stoppage by any one
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No dearth
You will find no such person on this beautiful earth
Even though there are many and has no dearth
The work done by them remains unsung
They are very much part of our living and remain among
Their life is simple and ideal
To many it may look unreal
Yet it is exemplary and praiseworthy
Let us pray for them for long life from almighty
Have you ever considered looking at their contribution?
No one takes pain even to look at proper distribution
The work for which it was intended looses its charm
It does great disservice and more harm
They suffered their whole life but never complained
They had full integrity, short of means still maintained
It was backed by strong will and full commitment
The public was behind it and had strong movement
Even though they may not be among us today
They have shown us the path and clean way
If we can pursue with little honesty
The happiness may descend and help to remove the poverty
Someone said” God resides in poor”
We should welcome him at the door
If no food or anything but give some kind reception
This will find favor with good conception
We have seen changes through ages
Yet we were fortunate enough to manage
Many people have come forward and gone
But it is always remembered the good work done
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Lovely beating heart
We have lovely beating pure heart
Injected by God and heavenly art
Only kindness to be shown and nothing to part
If we can show little with very good start
If poor see kindness in your eyes?
They have all thanks giving and nothing to ask why?
God himself is before in the form of ordinary woman
Blessed with divine power and caring for all human
No one is prepared to serve the destitute
We have no were to find such kind and noble institutes
It requires greater understanding with wider concept
Only service to render and always ready or very prompt
Flow of rushing river waters can be controlled
New and energetic disciples can be enrolled
Dams can be built across river and water can be stored?
But what about inner call to be acted upon and explored
Not all may go in for charity or good cause
They are not blinded by disbelief or paused
Some awakening efforts are needed to arouse
As heart is always ready to respond with no grouse
We are fortunate enough to have all facilities
To be kind or bear sympathy is very good quality
It is not an order from almighty to be his strict follower
But clear commandment not to go away or make it slower
You land a helping hand and see the gratitude?
Eyes may speak with altogether different attitude
They are not helpless but fallen out with favor and victims
We can visit them individually or making small teams
Share a piece of bread and you can save dead
Clear apathy and remorse for world is read
They want some to come and wipe their tears
They have undergone enough and now have worst fears
When they see young and able bodied with all the happiness
Their soul cries out a foul and discrimination is seen on face
They have no reason to curse but definitely question to ask
Why they were singled out on earth from His noble task
It is commonly said and believed too
All wrong does suffer here only and it is very true
There is no other world to decide their fate
So it is still good time left for not to be late
It is our social responsibility to respond
We are like fishes of different kinds in pond
We try to make it fresh and free from any stink
This can be made possible only if we trust in Him and think
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No Law In Hand
Politics has become cheap game
Only country gets bad name
Unfair practice goes on
Fair name is always blown
How to share dais with their presence?
Why do we hate them at once?
Why do have they thick skin?
What is the motto behind political win?
Why poor not rise in rebellion?
Why do they watch merely from pavilion?
They have made it democratic field
Where only means available is to yield
Political means to amass wealth
Nation suffers poor financial health
Big or small countries suffer a lot
Poor nationals are simply in between caught
What all tricks do they employ to win election?
Dirty game is involved for shady selection
Religion is pitched and cast lines are clearly drawn
Money plays part and rest people are withdrawn
This can still be understood
Even if they promise you free food
Promise stars in day time
But it is to secure dynasty rule for life time
They will install any one they like
Prices may soar and any time hiked
Who cares even if you die or live in misery?
Their luxurious life is must and necessary
Believe me precious food grain is rotting in open
Poor has nothing to eat and for belly to fill in
Prices are sky rocketing and beyond reach
Only influential can survive to become rich
How can you name parliament as an institution?
Where open flight can be seen with continuation
Large numbers of representatives are law offenders
We are the culprit who act as medium for such grabbers
Still time is there to behave and act
Take no law in hand but react
Show them way towards door
Let sovereign state work for the down trodden and poor
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For my country
What can I do or pray for my country?
Millions are starving and remain hungry
Precious time and money is spent on storage
The food grain is thrown away as garbage
We watch the show as very much disgusting
It is rotting in open ground and rusting
Not a single soul is raising voice
Where the words have gone with promises?
Plenty of grain is available
We can preserve stock and are capable
We do nothing to prevent the loss
We simply pray for only curse
Forget about economy and figures
What is in store for future?
How long you want people should die?
Do we have no remorse to feel shy?
We want to turn state into Welfare Empire
World is watching with and cutting satire
We are making it living hell for the poor
They have no place to go and find no door
Land grabbers and hoarders are enjoying heaven
Far cry and agony is not heard even
Politician make far reaching cry and remain silent
Humanity is on wane and completely absent
They see more profits in deaths
Even flowers have markets to lay wreath
Nothing is cheap and what is more ion demand?
All inferior quality products with famous brands
Who make take us to safety without tall promises?
When the loop holes will be filled with all the misses?
Earth has responded well with our sweat toil
Why are we hell bent upon to spoil?
Many more may die in days to come
Prices will be sky rocketing and welcomed
Death may welcome than living on ground
Is there any new formula to make for us or to be found?
Let us do no more curses?
We must feel ashamed of ourselves
How many millions more we would love to accumulate?
When your own existence has nothing to take credit or relate?
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Many Must Grow Poorer
Millions will go to bed hungry tonight that does seem sad to say
And many of them will not wake again for to see another day
The sad fact that many die of malnutrition is sad cause for lament
Whilst billions in war by Governments are spent
Even in the World's wealthiest Nations people live in abject poverty
And the unequal distribution of wealth does seem all wrong to me
The wealthy getting wealthier whilst the homeless of poverty street
Are searching in the rubbish for thrown out food to eat
To have enough of food and shelter should be a basic human right
But millions must try to sleep hungry without shelter tonight
And many cannot feed their families on their meagre take home pay
In an egalatarian World things would never be this way
And many must grow poorer for every new millionaire
And for the hungry millions doesn't life seem so unfair.
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It is not good sign
'Feel for the poor
Never show a door'
We have been nicely schooled
The life as such has to be pulled
Shame self for not being considerate
Little improvement for showing moderate
Even though for sake of show of, it is great to feel
A humanity pulse never felt at will
Even dogs have plenty to eat
So others also try and meet
Their needs are not tailor made
Still something they forget and forbid
It is human to feel pity
Being generous is good quality
To part with little is noble gesture
It makes you feel great for sure
It will not deplete your stock
The beggars may cut jokes
“You are worst than our cause”
You need it more because”
It will make no way for you
As it is near the truth and very true
You are miser than you ought to be
You may want to leave the scene and flee
It is thriving business to be seen as beggar
All words may seem to have been coated with sugar
You will be moved to part with
They are fully trained with teeth
Be charitable but do not fall for game
It is not the cause to feel shame
You can feel kindness at heart
Do the good beginning at the start
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The So Called Good Economic Managers
Due to Government mismanagement we see a society in decay
And the wealthy at the expense of the poor get wealthier it should never be that way
In so called affluent Western Nations people live rough on the street
Without a place to call home to out of rubbish bins they eat.
The Government due to so called good economic management get re-elected but the poor getting more poor
And for the youth of the poor Suburbs job opportunities are fewer
And many young people never find employment because of their address
And lack of career opportunities give rise to feelings of hopelessness.
Life is tough for those in the poor Suburbs where poverty is rife
From the day that they are born they must struggle on through life
The Monarch became Monarch due to birthright doesn't life seem so unfair
Whilst millions are dying of hunger in the bigger World out there.
The so called good economic managers are back in power again
But from their good economic management only the wealthy gain
And even in so called wealthy Western Nations there is widespread poverty
And more people dying of malnutrition than ever before in the twenty first century.
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The Poor Know manythings what the rich may not know..
Plenty of food on the table,
plenty of restaurants that serve,
plenty of appetite that we have,
Eat and wash it with drinks soft and hard,
come back home and sleep on the bed,
middle of the night, start the burbs,
then lie down to have the sleep,
again, burps, burps with rolling gas,
sometimes hiccups accompany and rocks,
look for the antacid in the shelves,
in the drawer and kitchen cabinets,
if find a sachet or a bottle,
that seems to be a God,
mix it with water and gulp it,
slowly the stomach is quietened,
rumbles not heard, the gas is not out,
the sleep arrives and we sleep..
A poor man who has no food,
may sleep silently in trance.
A poor man who has no comfort,
may not feel anything uncomfortable.
Those who know the comfort,
can differentiate the difference,
those who are poor and ill,
are comfortable with these evils.
as they know not meaning for good life,
as they are not aware of,
what they have to strive.
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Compared To Most I Feel So Lucky
Compared to most I feel so lucky I never have known hunger pain
I've always had a warm bed to sleep in and I've never slept out in the rain
In a World where millions are homeless and millions live in poverty
I am one of the lucky people one of the privileged minority.
In a World where the poor are forgotten and where millions for success compete
Millions are slowly dying of malnutrition their dream is enough food to eat
The suburb of the wealthy and famous the breeding ground of self conceit
By motor car only a short drive from the squalor of Poverty Street.
Compared to most I am so lucky though I'll never be a millionaire
Lady Luck she has always been with me and by life I've been treated fair
The distribution of wealth is disgraceful the reason for inequality
Compared to most I am so lucky I do feel life's been good to me.
I may not have an abundance of money but I have enough of it for to get by
I do feel the tag of Mr Lucky to one like me has to apply
Compared to most I feel quite privileged I do not have any cause to complain
Lady Luck has always been with me and with me I hope she remain.
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
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Well After Death
Love India and its people
Not all are in trouble
Where else such things not exist?
To watch and help is right thing to insist
It is nice to feel
Think and express with strong will
Let poor people come out of their plight
Let us help them with courage to fight
Let people of universe show solidarity and unite
For removal of poverty and offer to fight
It has to be made as universal struggle
To take them out from the plight and troubles
Poverty is curse
Children are in poor state with tears
For the want of nutritious food
Their plight is never understood
Where do they live now?
In drainage pipes or in open with cows
Animals are looked after well
But these people have different stories to tell
Even well to do countries suffer same
Who can be passed on with blame?
Fact remains fact and can be seen
It should not be made as worst scene
We don't talk of slums
We don't beat drums
To create noise
Without any promise
Feel no mercy
It is known to almighty
We need to respond with only faith
Rest all may be well only after death
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