A duet
Theme: Poverty

Mujheeda
Hunger visited our home
Refusing to depart,
Bold death rushed in
Making no man compromise..

Fuhad
Indigence, harbinger of shame
You thrown us into famish,  making our stomach coil in pain
With torn mat, rolled over the slickly Room we call ours
And make our roof not hammered with nail,  but tied over our head with dried rope
Children,  cried with no hope of satiation

Mujheedah

Pauperism we are!
Hopeless and discouraged by the heat of PROVERTY!
We yelled that our throat can't take the ease!

Fuhad

voice sounded bleary, lips quiver
dried from unnecessary fasting
arrows of poverty fired deep into the skin
plagued the household,
and keeps us on our heels

Mujheedah

Struggle with hurdle of pains!
Will all not vain?
Will the proudly future won't be OUTDATED?
The future of new generation is at edge!

Fuhad

three square meals?
abomination in our home
craving to get our thirst quenched
and the bowel full to the core
We'd suffer the rest of the days,  subjected to hunger

Mujheedah

Let the tears rushed down to the ground!
Forming the sign of ENDURANCE!
Escorted with PERSEVERANCE!
Arson the home of FEAR!

Fuhad

Poor Man,  devoid of ego
A beggar,  not a chooser
Eating only grasses and insects
With clothes,  faded and shoes worn out
Springs of the bed Rusted, poverty

Mujheedah

Stand Against POVERTY!
Chase the AGONY !
Moving ahead with COURAGE!
The END will be candy

Penned by: Mujheedah and Fuhad (Gemini)