Life of a man in poverty is pure experiment,

It effortlessly starts in the morning on each day

Swaddled in acuteness of despair and hope,

Hoping to pass on food for breakfast and lunch

Without test of agony in hunger pains;wistfullness

As drive for opportunity of super is forcefully atomic,

Projecting for bliss in posterity without education,

As paranoia of a merchant awaits disillusionment,

Pumping into regular snags from fortune creation,

As economic powers that be fix final nails

to the coffin, in which rests twist of fate,

Hoping for global relations to succor the times

As self reinforced poverty fetters all experiments,

Happening to be in the pauper’s laboratory,

 Converting everything all into poverty’s turf.