Political theme - The opposite of poverty is not wealth

My heart's like a hollow brook

I have nothing more to write

Went away to bring a change

It is about that strange night.

Listening to the people's talk

Warning me don't dare to walk

warning it's a deadly way

Warning there's no more to say.

Ignoring all these aspects

I made my foot to the way

Although bats were prime suspects

Hoping an adventurous day.

Walking through nocturnal world

Every single noise was zipped,

I thought why I chose this way,

Why till yet I haven't skipped.

But truth is I came so far

There's no taxi there's no car

I have to resist my fear

Walking through the midnight hour.

I am heroic angel 

Evil souls cannot bear me

Waking conjectural valour

I hope they cannot hear me.

Suddenly the wind blew strong 

With the weather, what is wrong?

For moment my heart was freezed

You can ask the trembling trees.

Sky came dark and moon came red

Looking like as blood has spread

There is nothing more to tell

Way was long and dark as hell.

I encountered a shadow 

It was an innocent girl

Something around 6 years old

Shining in the dark as gold.

I questioned her What's your name?

She first cried and then replied

Trying to speak some words

Then she finally replied.

Shy as a baby peacock

Crying out as loud as wolf

She replied in a hoarse voice

My goodname is Suzi dolf.

Are you okay, are you fine?

I forgot my all drunk wine,

Waiting for the time to pass

Waiting for the new sunshine.

I suspected her a lot 

Top to bottom all around

Saw a sad eroding face

Saw a lot of creepy wounds.

Below the scattered bushy hair 

There existed two thin layer

Crying loud as high as wolf

I think was her only flair.

First layer was a lanky cloth

Scattered from her neck to knee

Which too was half dry - half wet

Had holes like mosquito net.

That arose my hard mercy

I then gave her my jersey

Second layer was hard to feel

We can't touch it neither feel.

Sheet of helplessness covered

Her hoarse, shrill and breaking words

Said don't kill me majesty,

Please don't put my neck on swords.

My circumstances are worse

Every one has made me curse

Wandering from centuries

Jealous from the rich fairies.

Astonished of her strange talks

 Could someone be such ravenous?

I then gave her food and cloth

Watery mouth had a froth.

But behind this messy mask

There's a crown of cortez jewel

No one till day imagined it 

I also did late as well.

She smelled like a rotten egg

She could not say even preens

I felt aroma beyond 

Better than vanilla beans.

I wanted to learn and write

Using pen wanted to fight 

But no one inspired me 

My situation tired me.

  

Golden ducks were chilling in pool

But no one took me to school

Gaining knowledge was my dream

Failing which I had to scream.

There was no penny to eat 

Everyone eager to cheat

Those who went made fun of mine 

But you are the only kind.

Suffering from a lung cancer

In lungs having three tumour

Body had infinite wound

That were scattered all around.

I begged much, but no one helped

World abused and made me dead

I was tormented a lot

Frequently I was being shot.

I asked her how you are alive 

Your age is nearly five

She then went into silence 

She has such resilience.

Lifted her on my shoulder

Took her to the hospital

I was in a great pity 

Took her to nearest city.

But strange thing happened that time 

No one was found on my back 

Girl went in some different world 

May be she fell from my back.

That instant I rubbed my eyes

I was in a different world

buildings, metro all around 

Of course better than her world.

One old man then frightened me

Said Why you went on this way

You went into horror world

Where a six year old ghost stays.

He said I am too surprised

How did you even survive

No one has till yet escaped

You are first one to survive.

The girl died fifteen years ago

She had a cancer she had to go

Everyone spitted on her

Her poverty is her murderer.

I then whispered to myself

How much mean is this cruel world

People's ignorance killed her

That's why she became murdered.

She is not a ghost but a little angel

Taking her revenge cause she has great will

Those mean guys deserve true death

Those think that poverty is fake.

She didn't kill me, she has big heart

Everyone shot her like lathe 

That's why she killed everyone

Cruel world dishonored her faith.

Listen Oh dear my golden kings

Seek respect don't try to poke

They do struggle a lot to live 

Poverty is not a joke.

There isn't anything to tell

Neither anything to write

You won't ignore poverty anymore

It is about that strange night.