On Poverty
Poverty savours bitter,
So it is a thing unwished,
Upon whom it invades,
Makes them utterly worthless.
Sheet by sheet taking off,
It exposes inner of man,
Making naked, brings out,
Deformities and spots heinous,
Abhorrent, full of disgust.
Brothers, sisters and relations,
Who once heartening embraced,
Sneer, jeer full of hate,
Pointing out thousand faults,
Break all bonds of propinquity.
The world becomes a cage,
The life hard punishment,
Where a moment stretches,
As long as unending year.
The distasteful victual becomes,
Crispy, delicious and delicate,
Staking the whole entity;
The sufferers sell the characters cheap,
Neither they die nor breathe,
Pant between to compromise,
What is hateful and unjust.
Poverty leads to the path,
Dark, deep, amid the steep
Unending, winding around,
Leading to no destination,
Where blurring winds dust the eyes,
Where thorns forky and sharp,
Prick barefooted travelers.
The coiled mazy route,
Of misery seldom crosses,
The glorious road of riches.
After striking against the rocks,
Vibrating echoes become still,
Feeble cries reach no ears,
Changing bodies into ghosts,
Unabated miseries lure to death.
The fallen dried leaves,
Resist a little but they not,
To the gusts of wind;
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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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