Time Has Moved A Cycle

I said them the house was mine; The one with the asbestos roof and With hibiscus plants growing in its yards; I said I had purchased it from the person Who used to be the headman of the village; Now begging in the streets holding a silver pail And a stick to support his frail body; I said I got money from my son- He worked in a software company in USA. And I said I did not eat for days to save Money to meet expenditure for his study; The cycle had moved; Those who lived in luxury looting The poor and innocent are begging; Those who lived in isolation and worked Hard to make two ends meet are flourishing; I have not changed I would not change; The pain of hunger of the yesteryears Still brings tears to my eyes.