Poverty
Think not of
chill penury, Poverty is a deadly disease
Patient has
more pains and tortures to mind and physique
No time
table of functions; no rest apart please
Aids, Cancer
and leprosy are the poor’s friends unique
I capture
all idle ones who waste time in sloth
Once who is
under arrested can’t get rid of
So easily,
can an old be young again? Take oath
To work
hard, I warn else face my awe
My dear
victim object is the poor lover of me
Tries again
and again to beguile and overtake stealthily
Like an
officious fool half blush to me
He gains a
profit of my munificence wrathfully
How shall I
say he wins disgustingly somehow?
(As he can
but with an active and smart being)
To whom I
would make humble and innocent cow
To tease me;
under my possession he challenges the king!
Good One dear........
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