Beyond My Reach

Beyond my reach I am poet of different kind Straight, simple and mild I love to be among people Who stand in open and struggle What do they earn? Not to feel full even Family get under nourishment I have some to write and comment Rich throw parties With lavish dishes And how much wastage I put hungry faces on my page What do they want? And what we can't We can certainly take their care And call it fair I have felt And smelt Sweat of their labor It is real décor of humanity We are missing their tears Which they always bear Think of their new born And still remain torn I know their plight And feel sadness slight It is beyond my reach To speak about and teach