There was once an old woman
Who’s staying on Nipa hut without a door
I was there in a hurry and felt to run
For she just fell suddenly on the mud floor
I took her arm and assisted her on a chair
Her hand was wrinkled and cold
You would feel her for she looked despair
Fainting woman whose very old
I’ve searched for food somewhere in her house
I couldn’t find anything, just stumbled me a dead mouse
Her house reflected the true meaning of misery
Hungry with people, Hungriness! Because of poverty
Ill abandoned woman wishing to survive
From the hungriness and pain she’s feeling from inside
Poverty! Many people as her living in days same as night
People whose hoping for a hope and life’s given light
My Pen and Soul 