I went to king's palace
Ate royal food,
I went to beggar's hut
Found no food;
One is odorous, luxurious
Other is nasty, shabby
But no peace
What I found at own house
Having plants, soil's smell
Tasting bitter, solid dish.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │19 February,2018
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A great pragmatic write. It depicts the reality of life.