Standing on the toes

Watching curiously

Over millions of heads

In a loud voice of

Singing, clapping, and rejoicing,

A young Damsel

With her smart belly

Dancing under a cloud of money

Encircled by smiling faces

Of poor folks

With full of pockets

And generous hands

I rubbed my eyes twice

T’is was not a dream

And I laughed loudly

On hunger of poor

That lies somewhere else

Rather than

Blamed tiny stomach

(SK Niazi)