They
are not as fortunate
As you
are
They
don’t care to
Groom
their looks
Or do
their hair
You
look at them,
Condescendingly
Like
you were
A
self-made man
Whose
meaning
I
honestly don’t know
You
are thinking
Of
various reasons
Why
people are born
Poor
and wanting
Because
you can’t
Take
an unanswered question
You
are convinced it’s Karma
Phew,
you sigh
Waiting
to do
The
next thing
In
your schedule.
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