Not written with
Poetry is not written with problems in mind
It is divinity of its kind
Not all are blessed with this blend
Only god is pleased to send
God cry after seeing this mess
Where you find no trace
Of love and peace for poor
They are forced to knock each door
Poverty has become curse
As if that has been thrust
We are making joke at their plight
But not feeling bad slight
We are at low ebb
And tap
The soldier of poor with insult
This has become another cult
So poetry flows from mind
With waves of concern to find
Place in dark ink
And air their existence with ink
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So poetry flows from mind With waves of concern to find Place in dark ink And air their existence with ink