Poverty Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

Poverty
--
Don'e touch me forever and
don't follow me
It is my time to recah the peak so
don't pull me to the
May be,
You were my old friend
I may from your dirty castle
But now I don'd want your proximity
leave me alone myself to move.
A bright paradise calls me to rule
It is my turn to win and swear
Don't touch even my shadow too
My carpet welcomes me to walk and
my palce with wealth is waiting for me
Get lost my foe!
from my eyes once forall.

a direct conversation of a poet with his poverty