Shadow Of Poverty Poem by Litan Dey

Shadow Of Poverty

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Give back my hope
Awaiting for father at night with Her
Fly high with poverty
Searching for live. Immature rare dreams
Don’t want you happy
Give back my joy
I don’t want to deprive you
Rather I will make a tune, Give me your deprived
Poverty will never ever end
The crime classes
Greedy cheapest worker
Stimulate financing the societal…yet we blame them.
You don’t know the shadow of poor
I can tell you, blame your present

It has robbed my writing
Stop stimulating scientist, great life
Spare cloth to bath
Thoughtful mother
Cold, fresh rice…all has stolen.
I want that desponded poverty
My poor belly cries
Give back my flow

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Babatunde Aremu 02 August 2013

Nice poem. This pierce my heart. You really capture the theme. The imageries are great. kudos and thanks for sharing

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Dave Walker 02 August 2013

A great poem, poverty should be a thing of the past, one day god willing it will be.

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