Poor

I am poor...

When I open the eyes

I can realize the pang of hunger

It acts as momentum to initiate the journey...

I never aspire to congregate heap of wealth, sky kissing building, pleasure

My mere desire to arrange a day's meal

Which is also a daunting challenge

But it is not a stumbling block

Still, I am continuing my struggle 

To proclaim my triumphs.

Amidst declaration of a plethora of planning and projects

My designation 'poor ' hasn't been erased

Society derives pleasure by magnifying 

My hardship, pain, and affliction

And demonstrates supremacy

Trampling and suffocating my voice

But still, I continue my struggle

Being marooned and embattled

Everyone has belittled my liberty

I run from pillar to post

To get the government benefits

As all show apathy towards me 

As my financial strigency 

Makes them indifferent

I bear the brunt but never complain

As I am a poor

Still, I continue my successful venture

Amidst my tension gripped life, plight, mental agony 

I have witnessed smile, happiness

Where a heap of wealth has failed to do

I am happy with my designation 'poor'

No competition, no ego, no vain

Still, I am happy

And continuing my successful journey......