For want of love

When the poverty was ruling,
People suffered only for food.
With prosperity on the card,
Each one is busy with oneself
With no time to convey concerns.
No pity is accruing too.
No helping hand is forthcoming.
People will die for want of love.
02.01.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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