Eradication of Poverty by Ananya S Guha

Rivers are dried

Fed up of the blood

Which coagulates the shores

And leaves a trail

Spots of blood

People carry to towns

Then the cities

Their hands spotted with blood

Their minds clogged with blood

Their clothes stained with blood

Their money stained with blood

Then they taste blood

Freedom

Little children cry in hovels

Beggars turn mad

Make them taste this blood

Let it stain their hands

They can open blood banks

Become wealthy

Eradication of poverty.