This World crunch and crumbles yet we never cease to destroy it. Though the poor are the most humble, yet they never seem fit. Living on the middle of the coast their life never bends Looking like Poverty has no end yet they believe that there is a definite to reproach. Living amist the poor, teaches one perseverance and satisfaction. Conversely, siting behind the door, gives room for more retardation. Born to this world of doom doesn't make one a loom. Though brought down, They are never a clown.