Man Made Class Of Glass Poem by me poet yeps poet
Man Made Class Of Glass
You are class- - I am middle class
The warmth I get
from upper class
I share with the other half
known as poorest class
they dwell in a world
which none can surpass
BPL you know what 'tis
It's beeeee lowwww the poorvety line
from where there can be
not anymore decline
Recalls MAHATMA GANDHI
THE MAHATMA
was thrown out of a
FIRST CLASS COACH (in SOUTH Africa)
What bloody first class ticket
they spoke
Then he vowed to throw them out
Many young kids still don't know
Tell them who was
The MAHATAMA
FATHER OF THE INDIAN NATION....
the poet of all times speaks
about past memories
the poet in me
Plume
The father of Nation: struggled through his life for Indian freedom.....a revolt of 1857.... A great tribute to him.....10 and many more.... Naila
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5/7/2024 8:45:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Below the poverty line.. all those who stood for the poor are always remembered. Ghandhi was a great lover of the Almighty God and a becon of justice. his life influences so many. thank u dear poet. tony