Poverty

Life has taught me to be tranquil,
Not to fidget or complain to mortal men,
When I am facing gigantic difficulties
 
There is nothing man could do for you,
Except the man whom the Almighty
Touches his heart to do something, because
Man could pity for you face-to-face
But pieces your image at back
 
Poverty is a disease!
That has no physician on glebe,
It breads components & complications
Of ailments
Like malaria, HBP, malnutrition
When the immune system is lagging
 
Poverty could make a man
To eat in the house of he
That killed his father