II n the crystal ball of reality. Poverty is something that continues to live like plague in every corner of ghetto wall. Nothing is worse than seeing people living like this in the society of abundance.
In this land of frustration, deprivation and pain in the heart, it grows like seed yielding no better fruit but fruitless life. It is like a sore that won’t stop making more injuries lingers again and again, as everyday counts itself. And as deprivation makes the day and