Poverty goes
I was walking on the road
Surveying the passers who rode
I saw a lad carrying waste cards
in his jute bag
I remembered him the boy who
carried precious books in his school bag
Then I encountered a man planning to
rob a bank
He was familiar who once scored
the state rank
There are poverty and illiteracy in
our country
That has to be sent to the
cemetery
© RV Vijayalayan
Surveying the passers who rode
I saw a lad carrying waste cards
in his jute bag
I remembered him the boy who
carried precious books in his school bag
Then I encountered a man planning to
rob a bank
He was familiar who once scored
the state rank
There are poverty and illiteracy in
our country
That has to be sent to the
cemetery
© RV Vijayalayan