Poverty's punishment
It is indeed an alliteration of 'Ps'
Because poverty punishes with impunity
And though i didn't commit any punishable crime
My first cry at the labour ward
was at the crack of poverty's cruel whip
Did i say labour ward?
Forgive me , but it was at home,
In a thatch roofed mud hut which buzzed
with mosquitoes at night
Because poverty the ruthless tyrant
dictated to my parents where i was to be born
Home ! , he ordered
Not hospital
No wonder i ended up an epitome of all these disorders :Rickets,kwashiokor, night blindness and stunted growth
Now i know that the simplest cure to all these was to have been born in a common 'hospital'
But poverty denied me this 'cheap' cure
He fractured my femur
and gave me that horrible gait,which pays me with rejection no matter how hard i chase acceptance
He stole all my food and drove me to retarded growth and diseases
Worst of all he separated 'them'
Using the his subtil combination
Of lust and greed
He left me with no one to protect me
Or teach me any creed
This spells in an "atom's shell" how wickedly poverty dealt with me
But one day the great punisher
gave a strange order
"Off to the palace with that brat!",
he blurted,
"And teach him the ways of kings and nobles."
With mixed feelings i wondered
Is this a miracle from God,or poverty mocking me further?
The bitter answer i learnt later
So I enrolled as a 'palace student'
As clueless as a Soldier who goes to war
To fight an enemy from an alien planet
All the horrors of war were unleashed upon me : pain,hunger, and rejection
Rejection ,yes
for who in their right minds will entrust their life to one who can barely protect his own
Tell me ,who?
They were not to blame for rejecting me
No, it was merely a survival instinct
I fought the 'palace war' and barely escaped with my life
God must have 'cheated' poverty in my favor in that particular war
For poverty programmed me to fail from day one
But the program got corrupted by day six
But poverty the great tyrant
Had planned it all
At the nadir of my life
When i thought i had escaped
His shackles and all
He showed me that one can even
Be rejected for not being tall
So he fabricated it from my infancy
all along
In my excitement of winning the war i forgot
But the one who cheated poverty once promises to cheat him again
And i cant wait to see the look on his face
When he realises that all his evil plans
Were part of God's plan all along
He planned it all for my victory
E.Y.
It is indeed an alliteration of 'Ps'
Because poverty punishes with impunity
And though i didn't commit any punishable crime
My first cry at the labour ward
was at the crack of poverty's cruel whip
Did i say labour ward?
Forgive me , but it was at home,
In a thatch roofed mud hut which buzzed
with mosquitoes at night
Because poverty the ruthless tyrant
dictated to my parents where i was to be born
Home ! , he ordered
Not hospital
No wonder i ended up an epitome of all these disorders :Rickets,kwashiokor, night blindness and stunted growth
Now i know that the simplest cure to all these was to have been born in a common 'hospital'
But poverty denied me this 'cheap' cure
He fractured my femur
and gave me that horrible gait,which pays me with rejection no matter how hard i chase acceptance
He stole all my food and drove me to retarded growth and diseases
Worst of all he separated 'them'
Using the his subtil combination
Of lust and greed
He left me with no one to protect me
Or teach me any creed
This spells in an "atom's shell" how wickedly poverty dealt with me
But one day the great punisher
gave a strange order
"Off to the palace with that brat!",
he blurted,
"And teach him the ways of kings and nobles."
With mixed feelings i wondered
Is this a miracle from God,or poverty mocking me further?
The bitter answer i learnt later
So I enrolled as a 'palace student'
As clueless as a Soldier who goes to war
To fight an enemy from an alien planet
All the horrors of war were unleashed upon me : pain,hunger, and rejection
Rejection ,yes
for who in their right minds will entrust their life to one who can barely protect his own
Tell me ,who?
They were not to blame for rejecting me
No, it was merely a survival instinct
I fought the 'palace war' and barely escaped with my life
God must have 'cheated' poverty in my favor in that particular war
For poverty programmed me to fail from day one
But the program got corrupted by day six
But poverty the great tyrant
Had planned it all
At the nadir of my life
When i thought i had escaped
His shackles and all
He showed me that one can even
Be rejected for not being tall
So he fabricated it from my infancy
all along
In my excitement of winning the war i forgot
But the one who cheated poverty once promises to cheat him again
And i cant wait to see the look on his face
When he realises that all his evil plans
Were part of God's plan all along
He planned it all for my victory
E.Y.
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