Do the poor ever think that they really wanted to ever come to this world? Did they ever wanted to be born at all? They have gone through the generation of utter poverty, without any hope or expectaton of ever coming out of this disease. They struggle for even a bucket of water. I wonder do they ever think that we are a great civilization or do they spit on it? Do they ever call this land theirs and sing its glory? Do they think that living in poverty is living a bastard life? Around 1947 our leaders announced that they would weed out the weeds, they announced that man will be free from poverty, they announced that man will not go to bed hungry. So many years just passed by – the condition of poverty now is accepted as part of the society – just like AIDs and H1N1.
Does education leads to money and does money solve problems? What have we achieved as a country if till today we are not able to solve this riddle called poverty? Are we too busy with our ancestor worshipping thoughts that we don’t look around and see the disease?
Where is the so called quality of life? Why are we not living in dignity and self-esteem? Why are we living the lives of cats and dogs? The sunset does not bury their conditions, neither the sunrise gives them the opportunity to come out of their stupor. Everything continues, relentlessly. The country continues to keep a tight grip on the ancient system. La vie continue. . . .
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