Feel so right
I want to sing and write
No more attempt to recite
Only to collect direct from heart
But how do I want to display my part?
I am simple and down to earth
Very much afraid of death
Even though I keep good faith
Still I hold strongly some beliefs
Some of the scenes I witness
Then rushes some sadness
I feel like crying from my brethren
I try to address their concern
It doesn't disturb me from inside
But I strongly decide
In their favor
For living with honor
With spade striking very hard on surface
Some sweat drops fall in earth's face
I find them as real pearls
I think of their labor and word simple appeal
My poetry add their woes
And along with it goes
My verses in form of poem
I sincerely write for then and devote them
We are all from working class
So heart bleeds
When hear about their plight
With poems I feel so right with delight
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We are all from working class So heart bleeds When hear about their plight With poems I feel so right with delight