A Poem which needs slow careful reading. The poem speaks about the unequality all around and the absurdity of life.Please leave your comments. I am not a great poet and hence the titile…in case you did not like what you read..you can very easlily say that this is from a Anonymuncle.
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The
sciolist on the run for his share of fame,
Burdened
Ragpickers in the street;
Their role
in the society never counted,
Abligurition-taking
away their share of life, they bleed.
Death now
mounted.
Whose life
we lead? Anyway,
I mock mine
every day,
For the
well beings are well fed;
These
autodeist Well-fed in their glorious bed,
Poor’s
Perennial fight to live against welcoming death.
Today the
mall sells meats in grams;
Hardworking
labors paid only alms;
The hands
that packed those pieces are worthless,
Take mine
to those slums,
Their
drapetomania and those guns?
Let the
weather decide the rain,
Let your
deeds surpasses all pain;
Let the
moon decides the night,
And your
journey, the ride,
Let our
children take some pride.
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