O! Poverty is really a curse,
A poor man lives his life in worse.
He struggles in his every walk,
For his miseries, we never talk.
He passes his day in sorrow,
For every want he has to borrow.
When he fails to return his debts,
Curses from everybody he always gets.
He fails to feed his children,
His life becomes for himself a burden.
He hopes the help from everyone,
But in sufficient he gets from none.
In desperate he moves to God,
For his misfortunes, he prays to Lord.