A POOR MAN'S COTTAGE
In the Rain, a poor man's cottage pathetically wets,
In the sweltering Summer, it profusely sweats,
In the spine shaking Winter, it does inordinately shiver,
And, in the rest of the time of the year, it's just a dejected river!
Alas! Smiles are the occasional guests a poor man's cottage,
Partying, feasting and merrymaking are ever here aliens strange!
It knows nothing what always happens beyond its threshold,
Alas! A scrap of bread is too hard to come by, let alone a gram of gold!
It never catches the generous eyes of the liberal leaders in the public welfare Government,
Forgotten ages ago are their Election Promises to provide free water, ration and current,
The meagre money bribed on the previous night of poll is long spent,
Strife to survive is too stiff; who remembers to celebrate Eid, Diwali or Lent?
Such is the state of the fate, forever, of a poor man's cottage,
What matters to it if the world conquers the Mars in a few days?
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 6.4.21
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