Poverty

          Every night and every morning everyone thinks about how to support the family. Who will take the daily wage and who will go out to the workplace. But he who has not so much will not have sleep in his eyes, how can it be night and morning? Today I am going to tell you one such truth.

          It is around 11 a.m. I sit at home and watch TV. My mother was cooking, I heard a call from Mother. Who is at home?

          After 2 steps, I went out and said yes. I went and saw a woman standing under the bar. She wore dirty clothes on her shoulders. Holding the juice bowl in her hand, she reached out to me and said, "son give me some food." I said stay a while I'm bringing you home.

          I went home and brought a bowl of hot rice in a bowl.

          The woman showed me her utensil and I poured.

          At that moment, I noticed that there was another bag near the waist and it felt like something had moved out of the bag. She was running away and I called her from behind.

           Listen a little .. what are you hiding in clothes? Do you see what's going on inside? With that said, she pointed to bag and I suddenly flinched or stepped back. She has a newborn baby inside her head .

          The cloth has turned red inside the cloth due to the drought little eyes, a little lips, and her hands clasped together.

          Seeing that I had no words, what shall I say to that woman? I spat and asked, "How old is baby?"

          The woman smiled a little and said, "he was born last night."

          I said how did you come to ask for beg in this situation, said what to do, my son, my misfortune I work in a brick kiln near your village, my husband also works there, but he spends all earns by drinking wine. So I have been managing very difficulty for last seventeen years.

          There is a commotion in the brick factory is closed. He has been drinking since early morning When I heard all this, I was dizzy. I stared at her in amazement. I stayed home for a while. She shook his head at the sky and said, "God bless you, son ..."

          And I was standing there thinking. If a baby is born in our house, it doesn't leave the house until the trip is over. Eating good and drinking bad. Isn't that all there is to it when a child is being dragged in the gut? Will some of my fruit and bread be filled with bread? Will this shortage of money be filled? Why does God make the poor to poorer and the rich to richer? And again, these would mean that you have to spend for these processes.

          Tears welled up in my eyes that day as I watched this naked form of poverty.