Don’t just repeat
POVERTY tirelessly and
then feel remorseful;
pathetically nodding your
head; as if the most
unassailable messiah of
bereaved humanity,

If you really felt sorry from
the bottom of your
heart; then vanquish it
forever from its very
non-existent roots; and
from even the most
infinitesimal corner of the
pompously rigid society.

Don’t just spell POVERTY
incessantly and then feel
regretful; lugubriously
crossing your fingers; as if
all mercy had
wholesomely disappeared
from the trajectory of this
colossal planet,

If you really felt sorry from
the bottom of your
heart; then unflinchingly
surge forward to scrap
even the most
inconspicuous of its
essence from this
fathomless Universe;
philanthropically mitigate
all organism alive from its
devastating stranglehold.

Don’t just visualize
POVERTY indefatigably
and then feel destroyed;
uncontrollably wailing like
a scarecrow umpteenth
number of times in a single
minute,

If you really felt sorry from
the bottom of your
heart; then extricate it for
times immemorial with the
sparkling righteousness in
your soul; enveloping
even the most fugitively
capricious speck of this
globe with a wave of
eternally resplendent
compassion.

Don’t just witness
POVERTY intransigently
and then feel gruesomely
assassinated; nonchalantly
sniffing your nose towards
the heavens to put the
entire blame upon Lord
Almighty,

If you really felt sorry from
the bottom of your
heart; then behead it for
infinite more births yet to
unveil with the religion of
humanity enshrouding
your conscience;
ubiquitously disseminate
your happiness to
all those unfortunately
hapless and deprived.

Don’t just whisper
POVERTY unrelentingly
and then feel like
threadbare shit;
abominably puking out
even the last morsel of
food from your languidly
churning stomach,

If you really felt sorry from
the bottom of your
heart; then drive it away
with the Omnisciently
sacrosanct shadow of
truth; ingratiatingly share
the woes and
overwhelming trauma of
your counterparts and
alien; beautifully alike.

Don’t just memorize the
spelling of POVERTY
incorrigibly to appear for
the examinations; and
then feel like an
infinitesimally sinful debris
of ghoulish insanity,

If you really felt sorry from
the bottom of your
heart; then perpetually
substitute it with benign
love and care; inundating
each arena of this
insurmountably
gigantic Universe with an
ocean of celestially
humanitarian empathy.

Don’t just reminisce
POVERTY insatiably and
then feel exonerated;
collapsing like a frigid
matchstick towards
obdurate ground; with
your head timidly sunk
like a dastardly rat
between your legs,

If you really felt sorry from
the bottom of your
heart; then patriotically
blaze ahead in the truly
scintillating spirit of
mankind; diffusing the
melody of symbiotic
existence on every step
that you holistically
transgressed.

Don’t just cry POVERTY
endlessly and then feel
like the demons rotting in
coffins of crucified hell;
eventually dissolving like a
chunk of soggy pulp into
your own disappearing
shadow,

If you really felt sorry from
the bottom of your
heart; then hoist every
uncouthly trembling
entity upon your
splendidly benevolent
shoulders; Omnipotently
enveloping every trace of
coldblooded savagery
with the ointment of
passionate love.