The sun is a tip of match stick
I am wandering like a stray dog
Through gullies and underpasses
I have been beaten twice today
The sun is red as an angry father
Grown up kids run in hunger
A black moon lives in his eyes
He is dead sitting in his chair
The sun does not see right or
Wrong and can't give you water
It moves like being pushes from
Behind in same route and form
The sun is pulled out for sure
Each morning that is different
From the previous one and if you
Rise early all wealth belong to you
The sun is red as an angry father Grown up kids run in hunger A black moon lives in his eyes He is dead sitting in his chair....wonderful poetic expression dear poet friend! A beautiful poem....10
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A strong and poignant write that captures poverty. Despite hardships in life one could propel himself to heights if he works hard ahead.of others. As the saying goes, early bird catches the.early worm. A wonderful poem with a meaningful message. Well crafted write.
I am very much elated getting such wonderful comments from a renowned poetess. My heartfelt gratitude.