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You ask me what is poverty?Listen to me. Here I am.Dirty,smelly and and the stench of my rotten teeth near you.look at me. look at my scattered clothes and shoes.Here I am,poor, destitute,and greedy you can call me.Have you ever taken a peek into my shelter.Simply, it is a tiny shant made of branches and some wood.It might be smashed down any moment in a windy night.

Here I am,needy to feed my tummy by snatching people bags in the mart, pretending to be a buyer of any piece I need.

Here I am, chased by people from whom I steal money and some bread.

Here I am,spending all the day long waiting for their rotten surplus of food dropped in the dustbin.

Here I am, drinking desperately from the gutter and gargle some because of contamination.

Here I am, daydreaming that the sky is my blanket and the earth is my bed.

Here I am, despicable, as I become a beggar.

Here I am, no protection, no security,and no dreams coming true

Here I am, overwhelmed by anguish and agony.

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT ME? OR HAVE YOU SENSED MY TORTURE