Bread
A street kid
Guided me
About life
And its simile
“We all
Constantly dread
Losing our
Daily bread …
For it
Represents hope!
Or, fear of
Hangman’s rope!
It may or may not
Be anything to you
But, for me
It kills blues! ”
Dear Poets, Thanks for appreciating it. Regards, Yours, Aashish Kumar Dimri
One man's rubbish is another's treasure. Perspective is a powerful tool Thanks for sharing, Aashish Peace
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Man lives by bread alone where there's no bread. A well articulated piece of poetry bristling with insight. A nice poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.