One more poem of Kaifi Azmi. This may not look very appropriate today when India boasts of foreign reserves, reserves of food grains etc. 'Old timers' can identify with this poem, easily.
On the other hand, the poor remain poor or have grown poorer, the rich, enormously more rich.
One does not seem to know (or care) if one should feel proud or sad or enraged or ....
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