Trying hard to live having small to give
Is it life?
Don’t know how far to go
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If roses were with out thorns
Man would have been with out tears
If roses were only yellow
Life would have been shallow
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This poem goes out to Mr. Peter
Who is a friend of my sister
And blow out my cover
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I cried and cried
When they told me that u died
I tried and tried
Not to believe them and think they lied
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Oh! I would have preferred
A one sided world
A cheap metal than gold
A happy life and not sad
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She said, “talk to the hand! ”
I prefer that than see her sad
But even as I talk to her hand
She looks at me and doesn’t seem glad
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People think I am full of pride
Not knowing what I am inside
Hate to look at people and stare
Truthfully let me tell
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In order not to be sued
Tried to be polite and not rude
Not to be imprisoned of crime
I never lied nor stolen a dime
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Am I bizarre?
Who couldn’t go that far?
Who prefers salt to sugar?
Who drops Rupee and picks Dollar
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Reading your diary
Made my life scary
I always thought you lived happily
Without knowing what’s misery
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Feeling rage
Want a change
Came here and went there
Wasted my time and energy
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Poverty
The poor
The homeless
The mother
The father
The son
The daughter
One by one
Died of hunger
The aunt
The uncle
The niece
The cousin
Followed them later
Oh! Poverty
Killing all the makers of history
Will you and I live to see?
Poverty being history?
June 5,2005