Poor Man Poem by Venkata Reddy

Oh God,
Struggle for him never ends.
Starves for days together.
But who cares
Do we

Winds shiver him
Sun burns him
Rain soaks him
But who cares
Do we

For centuries,
Fortune comes for him,
For emancipating,
From Hunger
From Life
But who cares
Do we

For him,
Every meal is everything.
Every dream is a nightmare.
Every penny from everybody,
Emancipates him from the struggle.
But who cares
Do we

Hardship is his companionship.
Happiness is a distant dream and
Is a man of constant sorrow.
Nevertheless,
He is man of patience
But who cares
Do we