Insult Poem by Litan Dey

Insult

Rating: 4.5


I have lost myself
Nobody ask me...
'Eat to your's heart will'
A plate of food i have not seen
poverty leaves us in agony.
But you believe me
I don't like money
I hate poverty!
Insult doesn't exist for us
It's like our smile
We start from Zero
Again left in it.
Could you give me some red color?

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Internal feelings of a young and poor girl.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tadasha Tripathy 12 June 2014

Something core from heart are always truth and silently beautiful.

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Tadasha Tripathy 27 August 2013

Highly heart touching poem.

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Litan Dey 18 August 2013

You are right....insult is like a plate of good and heavy foods for poor.Thank you for your nice comment

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Geetha Jayakumar 18 August 2013

In poverty there is no place for insult.. But where relationships matters also insult doesn't exist, one has to drink insult like a honey.. Beautiful poem.... Loved reading it.

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