I AM POVERTY

I, poverty, thy destitute figure of humanity,

In rags and mud , I am strewn,

Crushed by offsprings of  supremacy

An illegitimate child of power , Iam,

littered ,cluttered , scattered

The bitter truth of the world,

I, poverty, the homeless progeny…

… of the created hypocrisy…

Broods who in thousands ,

agonize in vacillating hearts…

never fathered by the dominions

although I am stripped and denied my part,

dither none, the authority stands unfretted,

I die and get buried

in the human carcasses…

to appear again in another misery

I, poverty, indigent is my form!