Destitutes

Poverty has hanged our throats so high that we always look forward to pick food from the tables of the rich in the cozy room.

Begged on the street for alms
Ponder our hearts to asunder to completely endure the agony from our hearts.

As the creditors opened their hands wide for their money.

Rejected and humiliated by the auctioneers and was willing to take an audacious decision.

Hope was lost and unable to make an august plan

As i lay on the stinking earth tossing side by side

Till we have to make for the day to come by
Rendering hearts to unstoppable and unforseen world of our own.

Reviews

[Faye]

This is nice, keep pushing, you will get there.