Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
Poverty was their pride-
my father, my grandfather, my great grandfather...
They lived a life, where poverty encroached like a heartless hunter,
who had hardly any knowledge about ecological balance.
They belonged to the priest community of Bengal-
honest and humble Brahmins, whose profession was to worship-
worship can never be a crime, it’s an honourable job
but poverty had stolen the crown of honour forever-
they were regarded as low.
Still their honesty and humbleness forced them
to consider poverty as pride and nothing else.
Though I have declared war against poverty,
I think their lives were more glorious than mine.
© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on January 11, 2021:
Nice and powerful poem, expressed beautifully.
Thank you for sharing.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 10, 2021:
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 09, 2021:
Honesty made their poverty glorious....
Sometimes the simple life is the best.