Poverty – A Day Of Empathy And Doing My Bit | Bookosmia

What is poverty?

I never knew till that day

Not until I saw that old house

Dismal and subjected to decay.

I was taken aback

I had never seen anything like this

So ruined and so worn out

But still filled with bliss.

The kids ran around the cottage

The father watched them play

The house was more than it looked

More than just a block of clay

The members were so perfect

The father bold and strong

The kids active and smart

And a mother who’s never wrong.

The family was just flawless

No matter where they dwelt

The only issue was the famine,

The hunger that they felt.

The father was out of work

The mother was home-bound too

The kids too young to earn

And hence no morsel there to chew.

Suddenly our eyes met

The mother’s and mine indeed

She came running towards me

Her scarf swaying with her speed.

She kneeled and she begged

And she pleaded for some food

I felt my soul all out for her

While our eyes still glued.

That’s the moment I realized

What being poor actually was

That minute I was speechless

Tears rolling down my sealed jaws.

What is poverty?

I never knew till that day

Not until I saw that old house

Dismal and subjected to decay.

I think I learned my lesson

To be helpful and be kind

They were not the only ones

A long queue is behind.

I took an initiative

I helped the ones in need

It is your turn now

How many will you feed?