So pained, so wretched and yet kicking,

If only his breath will cease,

And death will embrace him.

If only he get his meals,

What if he had a job?

Then life would have been lots better.

He always try but has since not yet made it,

And more corrupt the world has since become,

That no one even bothers to her his plea,

He has now got no choice to make,

Maybe he should retire and wait for death.

Once he loved but had no courage to show it forth,

Should he ever tell the one he love of how much he love her,

Apart from rejection, embarrassment would grace him.

For every lady loves a love that has got the powers,

Isolated to remain with full inherent support.

If only the government cares,

If only the environment cooperates,

If only the wealthy shares her wealth,

But since to share they’ve now refused,

His poverty he vow to share.