We are the offsprings of Almighty,
who created and designed all of us,
we are like staff's of him,
who are running this world,
but sometimes we consider ourselves,
as almighty and the real boss,
who could divide human beings,
into two communities,
namely elites and downtrodden.
This was quite better,
but all facilities are provided,
to the priviledged peoples,
and there's a bleak for poors.
Why, poors are made up of soil,
and affluents are made up of silver?
But in real manner they are the real pearls,
who could smile in even adverse situation,
not loosing hope like affluents,
even in a tiny situations.
atleast they are safe by being divided,
as they are not inhaling in contaminated surrounding created by elites,
and in the eyes of god they are the genuine richs!
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Yes! Who created and designed all of us. Nice work.