Poems
Poverty: A Harsh Reality
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In
the dark scary hours
When
whole world sleeps
A
little girl, sitting on a roadside weeps
When
the chilled air touches her skin
She
contracts her body to roll it as one
She
takes the torn blanket that she only has
As
the little brother approaches trembling
Whispers
don’t get sad
Suddenly,
his half-filled tummy gives a voice
First
drop of tear rolls down her cheek
He
cleans up that with the spark in his eyes
The
spark for a miracle to happen one night…!!
There
are millions of people waiting for this miracle to happen. Millions of them are
not even getting their basic needs and we all here are wasting such valuable
things.
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