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Paradox of Poverty (P)



In the dim flickers of parochial
society
Dwells a panoply of melancholy
A pagentry of pain
And for god's sake its not a hyperbole

All their thoughts are on the palsied path
of a painful parameter
In the parity of the surroundings
And with the parlous chance of life
they manage to cling on
Inspite of struggle and strife...

A parasitic prodigal is not professed
but in the demands of the progeny
The progression proliferates
through the prophecy
Of a provocative proud protector
Incapable of the prowess
Their prospects are of destitution
but their posture of potency
continues in the proximity of
a prudent punter
But the purgatory that they seem to see
Is nothing but the paradox of poverty...........

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