A Poor Woman Poem by Dr. P. K. Verma

A poor woman
With lots of grief-laden
Crying with pain
Shouting but no gain
Dropping numberless tears
Nobody was nears
She lost her husband
In a car accident
But the people took it
A normal incident
His name was sent for compensation
But she got noting, mere consolation
She was helpless, illiterate and penniless
So none was there to help her
But some people were also there to help her
She could get handsome money
From the government officials
But she had to pay some 'bribe' for it
They wanted no money to get
They wanted her honey to taste.