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?
You are right....insult is like a plate of good and heavy foods for poor.Thank you for your nice comment
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something core from heart are always truth and silently beautiful.