NeedyA Poem by karan kotabagiThis is about the poor and needy.The birds are flying in the air The people are sitting in nightmare The breeze is blowing in the west But these people dont have any place to rest Cruel is the time which plays their way Let the clock stop and show them,the light of ray!! Their hearts are still so hollow With the veins of poor blood which is hardly red And their sorrows are still not shallow. Everyday is not what they think And its harder for their eyes to even blink. Having so much,and we even complain With the empty hearts and what they have is only pain. Lucky are the poeple who say money is not all, Ask these poeople they know the real truth of all. © 2013 karan kotabagiAuthor's Note
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