Poverty Poem by Laya Bajpai
Poverty
There's smoke in the air
I walk stupefied;
For, I just witnessed a horrendous sight.
A thin, weakling child, clinging to an equally young mother.
I wonder at God's justice,
To the well-fed, he does not give children and to this beggarly girl (I couldn't muster strength enough to call her a woman) a child at such a young age!
Why O God! this disparity?
To one who cannot feed; a child at such a young age, and to those who can give all the joys of this world,
No children.
God is God from the brain it's for another thought! but the poverty only for our inhuman polity! ! ! !
A poem on social concern on the poverty and it is good
Thanks for appreciating the poem. I am struck by these thoughts especially when I move around in Mumbai.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 2:44:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Why O God! this disparity To one who cannot feed a child at such a young age and to those who can give all the joys of this world, No children. contrasts of life. child.. poverty......... richness.. stange are God's ways tony