The rich is getting richer while the poor is getting online.

She calls after ages. You whine about how you missed her every day of all the while that she wasn’t there. She says little.You ask - how could you move on just like that?She says - how do you know I moved on?And just like that, you live in hope again. You, hopeless poor soul.

Temples are where the poor beg outside and the prosperous, inside.

Everybody wanted her body. And she knew it wasn't the best part to her. How could she give herself to men who judged so poor?

If I'm rich I'm a SECRET ADMIRER, But Since I'm poor...They call me a STALKER.

Poor people with rich vocabulary all thanks to the experiences in their lives.