Days passed without food. Water was what we had for Breakfast, lunch and supper. Seeing a mother crying tears of lost hope Seeing a child scratching each and every *** As if he would miraculously find food. Will it be forever that all we hear, see, eat and touch is Poverty?? Child of poverty, I am. Dreaming with an empty stomach filled me up for a jiffy. For a minute I tasted my dream. For a second I hoped to live it. I wanted to be in Poverty no more. With a touch of hope, I dared. I dared to chase my dreams. With no mind-forged manacles. I strived for my belief. With a touch of God's grace: Child of Poverty , I was. Child of Poverty, no more.