#THE PAINS OF POVERTY.

He was soaked in agonies

His eyes bleeds out tears 

His heart glow like the ambers in the heart

In agony he sobbed

Anxiety erupted him

In deep, tumour took 

charge of him

And the tears never stop falling down his cheeks

In a deep rot of penury!

He felt faint of hunger

With the rash fluid filled blisters all over his body,

In the night was too icy while the day cometh with hot flush on him,

But in the end,

The clandestine behind

the mystery is unravel 

Where the poor wounded

name is heal’d.

*Mustymustapha