Test On a Poor man

Test on a poor man

A test is going on me
to place me in the peak of heights
In this process
He placed me inthe midst of poverty  fire
Hungry  is cruel
At the sme time  the starving of our kids is too cruel
Prestiege and self respect is precious
a small blow is enough to break in to pieces
Asking not ,any thing from realtives
Every grain from them will carry a lot of pain and tears
Pennyless persons are their jokers
My crys and tears are thier enchanting plays
No peace even in temples  to this victim
Home  is the hell  and  my shadow will  turn as enemy
Wherever I go
My  poverty preface will reach before me
My lovable wife and kids too throw him by words
This is a test going on to Purify me
to gaive me a precious  gift after this life
After this life whatever He give
what  it will serve to me to my present  needs.
A ladder is enough to go to my normal heights
No planes are required to reach the sky and stars

Saktheee