No heaven for poor,
A sweat embracing soil.
Feet getting bruised,
A tale of long distance.
An empty water pitcher,
Of dried dirt flown by wind.
A wailing child at home,
In want of food never brought.
Mocked by the rich,
Believing in peace of self.
No one to lend a helping hand,
Empty faces of jealous shades.
No heaven for poor,
Too long a step towards happiness.
In tattered clothes and burnt heart,
A life lived more in dream than reality.

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