Poverty A Curse

Its about how poverty forces children to beg..

Torn clothes, shabby hair like wild shrub
Flower like hands knocking each window, of the stationary rich lavish cars.
Hunger in eyes, waiting for a SAVIOUR to come for help.


Broken spectacle tell the story of their misery.
The curse which has sadly fallen on them.

I helpless willing to help, still can't help
Feeling as if my brother and sister standing for my help
Cursing my self for not giving a hand to them



Searching for the solution of curse
Endless thoughts coming up
Atlast i found, one hand can't help
Thousand hands together will remove the curse