The battle goes on with life,
There is not a moment’s rest,
People remain troubled and astonished,
Yet no solution is known.
Questions of food, shelter, and education
Have arisen in countless ways,
Struggles continue at every level,
We Indians keep striving.
Food, water, and medicines in limited amounts
Keep coming from the government,
Middlemen and officials alike
Take commissions, claiming their rights.
Three lakh rupees were sanctioned
In the name of Budhni Devi,
But if she does not pay fifty thousand as commission,
She will lose the work.
She will not receive the money,
The days will keep passing by,
The disappointed family members
Will sit at home and weep.
She paid the commission, received the money,
And the house was built half-finished,
The dream of turning
A thatched roof into a proper roof was fulfilled.
To receive government grain,
She keeps pleading and flattering,
And every time she struggles
To get the rightful quantity.
The government’s intention is clear,
They keep providing what they can,
But the rights of those living in huts
Are consumed by those living in palaces.
This battle has continued for years;
It shows no sign of ending.
The gap between poverty and wealth
Never seems to disappear.
Vidya
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