TWO TYPES OF POOR

With their feet bruised and bleeding

Hundreds of them walked struggling

Load of bundles on their head, kids in hand

They walked in the blazing sun on and on

Some collapsed in hunger, others fell too

Due to the strain of long restless walks, illness

Yes, they were the helpless poor migrants.

No one gave them some food or water

No place to sleep, they slept on tracks

No one bothered as they got crushed by a train

No Netha shouted nor came down to protest

But, today hundreds of them, who are supposed

Poor farmers, suffering due to new Law

Loads of food piled for them, milk and fruits

AC truck, and loads of blankets, comforts

And the hypocrite public here to support,

Crocodile tears of the election lost politicians

Yes, the truth can never be changed

The glaring difference between the two

One with a tractor, another even without a footwear

The pavement poor and the poor with a tractor.