Litan Dey

Rookie - 1 Points (15/04/89 / Tripura, INDIA)

Insult - Poem by Litan Dey

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 about Insult by Litan Dey

  • Tadasha Tripathy (6/12/2014 12:18:00 PM)

    Something core from heart are always truth and silently beautiful. (Report)Reply

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  • Tadasha Tripathy (8/27/2013 3:57:00 AM)

    Highly heart touching poem. (Report)Reply

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  • Litan DeyLitan Dey (8/18/2013 9:37:00 AM)

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

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  • Geetha JayakumarGeetha Jayakumar (8/18/2013 9:17:00 AM)

    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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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013


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