Poverty cut the wings,
Talent could not take the flight,
Abundance slumbered,
That was not their fate
Although their longest plight.
Slum(bird)
Poverty cut the wings,
Talent could not take the flight,
Abundance slumbered,
That was not their fate
Although their longest plight.
I Think For All 
Poverty clips your wings like nothing else! That is why it is called a curse. A good one coming from your sensitive space!
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Thank you for understanding. This thing is intensely felt..
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Powerful poem. All that potential squandered by the world.
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Yeah, sadly..
Thank you for stopping by n appreciating the poem.. 🙂
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