In times of need
We’re referred to as beggars
Hatred at a family level; neighbours don’t see
We remain kins we don’t know its nicety
Even if a coin we need to settle debts
It will be useful to them
In that minute we’re in need
Leaving aside; millions for our funerals
Where they eat and drink to satisfaction
In the eyes of others impersonating
That they were helpful
Kins; they celebrate
Spending millions on coffins
Keep our corpses; decorated outside
And what lives inside? Gone lives
I can’t help my own self in such mazes
Relationship a maze
How can I help the world? For now
Unite with neighbours; it’s of significance
It pushes you ahead
That emotions won’t take you
Hope that; when I find one
To listen to my call
That who understands better
I will raise my two hands and eyebrows
To give you a pity