POVERTY,A PROBLEM NEVER SOLVED!


Poverty a word that none in the life want to hear or bear. Living in Nepal most of the citizen here are favorable with this term. A problem that every upper government officials say to destroy but just in vain. Around half and more than the total population here are poor. None wants to bear this pain but they are obliged to suffer the pain. do we really care about this topic?, I guess no unless you have your comfort zone with you. There is a vast discrimination among the so called rich and poor. Rich people are always valued the most. According to Charles Darwin, the one who struggles only exists same is the case here. The poor who try their best to struggle and earn a living are always betrayed by their fate while the richer one without struggling live a prosperous life. Poverty is not a problem. It is something the society mistakes with having low social standards. Every second a poor is slandered with cheap comments which not only decreases their morale but also creates a ill feeling among rich and poor. Abraham lincon a person, poor from his birth was one of the president of the usa who came up from a background where he was not only ill treated by his society but also the family. He not only developed his country but also destroyed the racial discrimination from the country. It’s not hard until one gives a push. One has to be possessive about this scenario. What if a poor has more capabilities compared to the rich? Well the answer is being, misjudged from the social circumstances  he or she remains a unsung hero till he dies. Is it good if a asset never exposed dies with just a disease called poverty? Life gives every single one a chance but what divides our fraternity is our society. Decades passed with the same problem but none came with the valid answer to solve the problem. As a born child every one deserve certain kind of joy, but they are made back dropped and all the credit goes to the society. With all those salty feeling a poor grows up with a ill mindset from humiliation from the people.

Last time , social service club of deerwalk college organized a cloth and blankets donation program with the theme of ”wake the city warm” and co-incidentally I got chance to be a volunteer. With that program I got a chance to visualize what poverty in capital city is.  What else can we expect from other places of country if the capital comprise of such poverty. Many people I met were hopeless of the life they are living. They were begging us to help them. I felt very sad to see this, bitter part of world was just beside me and I could just do was donate some cloth as consolation and leave. This is story of just small area, there are different places with people like them who just need love, some support from us . where did we leave our humanity? A small effort from everyone will really work but we have become so selfish that we only give our efforts if we get some favor in return as well.  Pessimism has dragged us into a place where we value only  our destiny but never think of changing someone’s fate. Lastly, we need to believe in creating a legacy to represent our deeds because no matter how rich you are ,death is imminent for all and you won’t be able take your wealth with you, the thing you can only take is a fame that everyone remembers                                                       -Iris R Pokharel

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