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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Why am i poor ?


I belong to a country with the richest history in the world and also with the richest people in the world. We as a nation are developing but even though I can't afford two times meal for my children. Let me clear my friends that I am not talking about shelter, clothes and clean water to drink that are very far apart. It’s just the basic that I am devoid of, but I am amazed with the fact that few people are growing that too heavily. I can see people buying luxurious cars not just for necessity but for comfort which means money is flowing. Why we 1.7 billion people are not a part of this growth. I don't think we are lacking something because if we can work for 24 hrs continuously as a laborer we have the stamina do anything required as an input from our side. Don't you think that we have nothing to do with our poverty? We are not poor we are being made poor. We underwent so many revolutions including Green revolution, Industrial revolution etc. which increased the economy at a very higher pace. If it has actually happened than we also deserve a share. But still I and my fellow friends are fighting everyday with our lives to just fulfill our basic needs. We don't have jobs and they guide us "Teach your children send them to school they will learn a lot over there". Can I raise a question how will I be able to afford there schooling? I don’t even have the money to provide them food. It’s absurd and is an irony on our living. Here’s my story in my own words in the form of a poem-

I am poor and this is the story of my poverty,
My work station is a street full of garbage heap,
My business is collecting garbage from homes,
Saddest part is I don’t have one of my own,

You can see me at the streets starring at the clouds,
Walking in the dark without any lights,
Some say me you are unaware of his mercy’s design,
You are unaware of the silver line.

How do I believe?
He bestowed me a monotonous life,
Every day a new beginning and than a regretting night,
Believe me I am fighting hard to break that down,
To enrich my life and bring my children a prince crown.

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