POVERTY
This is a world,
full of grieves and sufferings,
An old blind woman,
begging alms,
in the cold dark night of December,
at the railway station,
In this world they don`t know,
the rising, and settinng of the sun
twinkling of the stars,
no rest but only unrest,
and darkness and darkness everywhere
think! stop the moaning of humanity
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