I grabbed a pen
And like blood,
Words bled onto paper clinging onto it
Like a limpet clinging onto a rock
I sang an excruciative song of poverty
Was it a curse
Or a creature of creatures of high calibre?
Eyes brimming with an ocean of tears
As a witness of tge universe of poverty
Ragged clothes
Hardned lips
From the very caves of starvation
Bare skin, with the roughness of a rock
Exuding a daunting feeling of catastrophe
Who could fathom this dark shade of poverty...


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