The Great Indian Poverty

Overcrowded train stations, slums, beggars, thieves, potholes, disparity, hatred, racism, ego driven generation, freezing cold and the great Indian poverty. The rise of hypocrisy, the want for more money, the thugs, the rude capital and the silent majority dwelling, purring, dying, without proper justice…
 
Writing about love without a valid affair is utter fiction,
Writing about poverty with a full stomach is sheer hypocrisy. India is a poor country but we never admit the very fact of being poor. We see homeless children everywhere begging for money, pestering you every morning but we hardly give them a penny.
 
We blog to feed every underprivileged children, we cry when we see their videos, we smile when we hear their success stories, we forget, we move on. The tide takes us, we crave for a better tomorrow but the poverty lingers on. There are benevolent souls, there are responsible corporate, there are successful politicians, there are unpublished writers, there’s you, there’s me, there is a whole bunch of people trying to shed the planted dust from the beautiful horizon…
 
Writers don’t have anything to give, they just have some words, some emotions, they are hardly anyone to change the very world but there’s always a hope inside them to experience a beautiful sunshine. One day they would lean on the hammock and gaze at the clear sky and see no tears falling, poverty would just become a fiction.
 
There would be blankets for every old man shivering in a cold winter night, there would be schools for every orphan, there would be only love, and there would be no class distinctions. The humanity would rise that day…
 
I am no social worker, no politician but I crave for a better tomorrow for my country so that we don’t have to move outside, we don’t have to stay away from our loved ones, we don’t have to shed tears in our lonely corner. I have nothing to give, nothing to preach, I just have some words to purge poverty. I hope to see the sunshine one day; I still don’t think that we are living in a poor country…