"POVERTY One day after boarding a bus, I got a window seat. I was enjoying the view outside , and gradually tapping my feet. When the bus stopped , An incident drew my attention . It was enough to scarred my mind , So that incident I want to mention. A boy merely of 10 years, working at a cycle Store. Repairing the cycle with his little hands, Although his palm became sore. The wheels started rolling again , And the bus started to run . The tears in those innocent eyes, Make me feel stunned. I didn't get enough time , To overcome the shock. Again I saw little girl, Wearing a soiled frock. In the scorching heat, Waiting at the bus stand . For getting a few coins , She had a bowl in her hand. Again the bus started its engine, And the girl went off my sight. I utter in my mind , Is this called child right? We educate our own child, And it is really fine. But the children in streets , Are still below poverty line. In becoming a developed country , Every one has to play a role. We never know that the child on street, Can be a diamond hidden inside coal. ©Arundhuti Biswas "