Thoughts of a poor man

Following is a guest post by Abhirup

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The wind blows

And the ice melts,

The poor dies

and poverty lives

You were not different

from me brother,

You have the same

blood and flesh and bones

The same winter shrills us both,

The same summer warmth us both,

We played in the same fields

and sat under the same tree

But are we different now?

You live in palaces,

I live in huts

You are King, I am just a servant

I worked hard all day and long

but my child still went hungry to bed

Did you ever experience

What it feels to starve?

Were we this different?

You looked at me but walked away,

I kept looking at you,

Perhaps you will turn back

You enjoyed a lavish meal that night

But I had to starve.

I died a week later,

Did you shed a tear brother?

You had to live,

and I had to die.

The poor had to die

And poverty had to live.

But did you shed a tear brother?

I ask myself.

Perhaps you did or perhaps you didn't

But I had to die for poverty to live.

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Abhirup Bhattacharya did his graduation in Fashion Technology(Apparel Production) from NIFT following which he worked in Egypt as merchandiser for clients like Walmart. He will be joining the NMIMS Core MBA program from June 2011.

Twitter id: abhirupbh

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