Look at those red shot eyes
Blinking blankly at the sky
With no tears left to cry

Look at those tiny arms
With no muscular charm
And protection from harm

Look at those stomach protrude
Due to hunger and lack of food
With all conditions bleak and crude

Look at those strengthless body
Living like a soul without a clean lobby
Oh poverty! I’m just a servant of God

Walking on the road with teared clothes
Without knowing what the future holds
Still praying to God with arm folds

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