Counting the Uncounted
Counting
the Uncounted
“Do not count me in rupees,” poverty would say, “Count
me in footsteps lost to the water’s way, In
the meals a mother forgoes so her child may eat, In
the dreams that fade, where the dark and daylight meet. Count
me in the voices hushed when hope grows thin, In
the lives left waiting for change to begin.” This
poem reminds us that behind every statistic is a human story of missed
opportunities and quiet struggles. Economists may measure
poverty through indices, and income thresholds, but for those who live it,
poverty is the silence of unrealized potential. It is the gap between survival
and opportunity, between existence and dignity. |
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