Sunday, June 30, 2013

Poem 246 - Battle Against Poverty

Thunder claps, but she keeps on walking
Her basket of mangoes empty now, for hay she starts hunting
Rain drops fall, she quickly covers the hay
A rumble now and then, from the clouds that are grey 

Until she empties her basket of mangoes, she won't go home she swore
About herself she cares less, about her family more
She had taken the hay, to feed her cattle
With poverty, she was having a battle

Little money she got, she spent on her grandson
Whose parents had died, when he was just one
And so she trudges on, not caring a bit about the rain
But little did people know, her story filed with pain
~Gaurang Rao


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