Poverty

No problemo
he said
waving his hand
the sun revealing
deep lines
telling a
different story

Heart aching
from truths
glaring
in the light
all around
the stall and
ditches

I reach out
my hand
to touch his
softly
eyes never
leaving his
so he would
understand

Prompt: A problem poem

Photo by R. Mitra

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