A man of soil

The last time I captured poverty in oil

No, never did I took pictures of toil

yet, poverty has roots in soil

we always imagine man with sweats 

with no smile or joy

Although, poor people are not really afraid

for poverty is their partner, they seldom make mistakes

I remember, the smell from the soil

when rainfall filled gutters, fields where they toiled

a man with beads of sweat line on forehead

he smiled ear to ear , as he nodded his head

his wife and child followed his steps

he was their leader..their pride and faith

A man in poverty, yet rich in soul

he may get aged, but never get old


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