POVERTY

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In a there are millions in need,

Living in poverty, a life of great heed,

Their struggles and strife, so hard to bear,

A constant struggle, with little care.

The streets are lined with shacks and slums,

People living in crowded, cramped conditions,

Their faces etched with sorrow and despair,

As they try to survive, with little to spare.

Children roam the streets, barefoot and hungry,

Searching for scraps, or anything to eat,

Their little hands outstretched, begging for help,

A desperate plea, for some relief to be felt.

The rich and powerful, live in splendor,

Their wealth and opulence, so vast and grand,

While the poor suffer, in squalor and pain,

Their cries for help, often go in vain.

India, a land of contrasts and extremes,

Where poverty and wealth, exist side by side,

The challenge is great, but hope still remains,

That someday, every Indian, can live with pride.