Sonnet: Poverty by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar ..
The horrific specter called Poverty, Ruining most illustrious of men; Denying them much of their liberty; Suppressing talents and scholastic ken. The snow-balling avalanche that kills man, Great
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The horrific specter called Poverty, Ruining most illustrious of men; Denying them much of their liberty; Suppressing talents and scholastic ken. The snow-balling avalanche that kills man, Great
I over heard two fellows arguing about povertyWhilst I sat in the cafe drinking coffeeAnd in truth I could not help but overhear themAs they sat at the next table to me.The older of the two a sil
I say abade adieu povertyOn the horizon I see happinessA thick cloud of success is loomingI have vowed never to wallow in self pity I say goodbye poverty even in my dreamsYour presence in my life
The girl who wears garland of honey-filled …flowers and dignified ornaments! If you think aloud and consider, the old ghee …shall never be worse than the fresh butter-milk! Likewise, the pov
Small linesPovertyMiseryCombinedA GuillotineAt last!Author: Emmanuel George Cefai
POVERTY: WAR OF TODAYmelvin banggollayPoverty abound everywhereEven in paradise of plentyAs long as there are brothersWho seldom eat sweet honey, as long as there are sistersunder prostitution
What does poverty really entail? How bad does it have to get? For some a bad economy Is poverty from where they sitBut if you look back to hard timesDuring the early years It’s not having a h
It is true poverty is a relative thingA poor bloke buys his girlfriend a ten dollar ringBut to a pauper one with ten dollars is not poor at allWhat to one seems big to another seems small, That po
End povertyIn the world nowPleaseCome and work Together to end povertyIn the worldSo many people in the world are starvingAuthor: Aldo Kraas
My povertyAnd it is my povertyThat is making meWeaker and weakerO my dear, it isMy hunger that isMaking me weakerAnd weaker and weaker.I am struggling for foodAll days and all nightsI have
Poor people can not eat All kinds of subs and sandwiches Simply because they don't have money To buy them anytime, anywhere, and everywhere,
O poverty, thou hast made me great. Thou hast made me honoured like Christ With his crown of thorns. Thou hast given me Courage to reveal all. To thee I owe My insolent, naked eyes and sharp t