My country, my nation?
It’s a dream..an illusion..
Lying in the streets..begging for money..
Living is my only destination.
I don't belong to any nation.
Still.. I became a part of your nation,
When you needed me before election.
I was a part of your countless emotions,
To help you in your destination.
I don't belong to any nation.
Certainly poets do not belong to any nation race or religion. A great write.
Great thoughts great poem- -love all, love God. Another nice poem.
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I can feel how the unloved hearts of the distressed and downtrodden people aches. I can hear their agony crying in vain. You've so nicely portrayed their lives' reality. Highly intonated. Apartfrom their rights of election, nothing else is taken care of. Am overwhelmed to read such a beautiful poem.