My World Poem by Binder Pal Fateh

This One My World
Sad Faces
Weakness
Fear in eyes,
Long live silence
Torn cloth
Stomach inside
Dirty Hands
Day and night
Only work
For Another
Makes Buildings
But no relation
After making
Their house, building is slum
Sometimes they think for himself
They are Spent money on drink
Hear radio also
Vividh bharti is always play
a song of spirit
'Sare jahan se achha Hindostan hmara'
(My india is Best in world)