Short Poem On Poverty | The Poor

A short poem on poverty by Ritika Khattar

WE DON’T NEED TO BE FILTHY RICH OR LOADED TO HELP THE NEEDY, THE POOR AND THE HUNGRY. ALL WE NEED IS TO HAVE A GOOD HEART.

Sometimes the one who drives your expensive car goes home walking

Bearing all the unjust, violence and mocking.

The one who guards crores of your money doesn’t gets his money on time

Why isn’t beating an impoverished- lower class or denying them a livelihood a crime?

Sometimes the one who delivers the pizza to you in 30 minutes sleeps empty stomach

And you think the money in your pocket makes you superior. Ugh

Sometimes the one who makes your tall buildings has a roof leaking when it’s raining.

They treat you with love and respect even when they’re drowsy and draining.

When fate hands us money, let’s help them

and the ones who mistreat the poor will be condemned

Ask your worker if you could quench his thirst

Whoever has a bountiful eye will be blessed

For he shares his bread with the poor

After all, they’ve a right to be treated with love, respect and honor.

This world is filled with givers and takers.

The takers might eat greater

But the givers sure sleep better.

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