If verse is the truth,
Does any poet speak it?
If it's the world of fancy,
A fancy of delight,
In life of despair,
Then greater part of people,
Live lives of deception,
They dream but dream a fear,
Jahan
A brisk sublime poem! I vote 4 it. So nice to meet yor poems.!
over the ages they have been referred to the hoards, the mob, the urchins, the riffraff, the commoner...man in the street...and the list goes on. you have written well to portray the plight liked reading it...very nice cheers
brilliant thought to put in front....and so well written well done indeed thank you for sharing sir love payal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In this world it seems there are the rich and the poor. Some have plenty while others have nothing. The children I cry for to be fed properly. lovely sad thoughtful poem