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)