Abundance and Penury
The houses in the dungeons call
But who is the receiver of those?
The cries are shunned, and all-
comes back from ears coarse.
The stately homes do proudly stand
Mincing the blood of weaker ones
The stink that shrouds the atmosphere
Is like perfume to richer ones.
Will poor always remain so poor?
Will no one help depose that curse?
Will all the big catches ever hear
The cry that emanates with a tear?


Born and brought up in Kanpur, married in Jaipur and now in Chandigarh, I have been fortunate to taste various cultures of our country. Had a brief stint in teaching while in Jaipur but more duties called. Now, help my husband in his business as much as I can. I love Music, reading, writing, painting, when time allows as I am part of a family of nearly 70 lovely people. I will always be indebted to p4poetry for providing an outlet for what I had always kept under lock and key.
The answer to that question lies with us. Forget the super rich…we are rich enough and if all of us do our part….that will also make a huge difference !
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