he was born poor..
his whole life..
he lived..plagued by po(v) erty..
his rich neighbor had a dog..
he were the rich man's dog..
well, nice good poem i wont say. but thought i would love to discourage,
i composed poetry to reply you as under: -
I discourage such thoughts
Why situation is not fought?
If he was sick and ill
I could still understand his will
Why did he prefer to be dog?
When there was something like god
He could have trust god and destiny
Everybody is not created same by almighty?
It is insult to the humanity
When one looses the faith on one’s capacity
Poverty is no curse but temporary phenomenon
It may improve when misfortune is gone
Many more may be poor like him
Yet no one thinks in that term
On the contrary he must think of riding high
Of course poverty may mar his chance of reaching great height
I used to cry same as he did
But never lost hope or surrendered to greed
If one is believing in fate or luck
That can happen with anyone or get struck
wow, only a few lines, yet it's really powerful. I've grown up with having not a lot of money, We have probably just enough to get by, and thank god we have this, because god knows ppl have less, but what comes out of it that rich people don't get is having a sense of pride for the stuff you have and earn, and things in life are more valueable to you
This is just mindblowing... read it atleast 10 times.
A very painful poem. Sad tears for the man'n defeat. The dog could be unhappy too wanting to be in the poor man's skin for he's been sold from one and a half month old puppy never again to see its mother and sisters and brothers. The dignity of a living could be transformed if it becomes the toy of others. Freedom might also be a treasure to long for. I read once a poem about two children eating from the garbage. The smile of the boy watching the girl eating grew on me. Can't remember the poem nor who wrote it, but I realized then that nothing can stop the smiles of big hearts. Somebody(my louzy memory again, sorry) said that the poor more often have such big hearts that could never be kept in chains. Maybe the poor man will find the road back to his smiles even if the life is hard. The least this is my hope.
men might fight and win
see the greatness of Narendra Modi from a Chaiwala......
work and work for roti
This is a very touching poem. I see a picture of the worst form of poverty painted here. Short but insightful piece. Thanks for sharing.
Ah yes, Still a dog Read mine - We the Unencumbered -
A look at perspective with a sad but true poem
wow very profound and deep..brilliantly written sir
A very potent and powerful write. Comparing ourselves with
others will always leave us feeling incapable. Yet even so the
dogs ate lavishly from the masters table but is still a dog
nonetheless. Very thought provoking.
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