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Poverty

 

When you’re poor
you live on the highway.
Every stop
looks better than the last.

You learn to decipher
blessings in disaster,
relate deeds of devastation
in six amusing voices,
cultivate several zany images
and one of deprivation.

Shielding your eyes from the sun
one day, you look down the highway
trying to see the last dangerous curve
you traversed and discover that

the highway has become
your permanent habitat.

English: Typical Indian National Highway.

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2 responses »

  1. Desperation and hope in one poem, lovely

  2. gritty with the ring of truth..i always think of poverty as being bad shoes and gravel in them

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