Lost homeless kid
Is searching for a bed
Nothing to eat
No place to sleep
Staying out in the cold
I wish to write again, we have to look dark side of this World
This lines strike in poetic World... Why trend is always for romatic- love, life and its sufferings of poverty alleviated weaker sections of our society and our fear of War and terrorisms
Looking for a home in the road
Dead or killed it’s the same
No one ever would ask or care
Either kicked on the back
Or smacked from a gang
When the rich was killed
They accused the innocence of that kid
Love and life of our society never opens eye....
How did they judge?
Please shut the hill up
He was thrown in a dirty cell alone
Guilty of being born without a home
I never hesitate to write this poet, not have a young face but more than that give us the right insight to this...
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Lost homeless kid Is searching for a bed Nothing to eat No place to sleep Staying out in the cold I wish to write again, we have to look dark side of this World This lines strike in poetic World... Why trend is always for romatic- love, life and its sufferings of poverty alleviated weaker sections of our society and our fear of War and terrorisms Looking for a home in the road Dead or killed it’s the same No one ever would ask or care Either kicked on the back Or smacked from a gang When the rich was killed They accused the innocence of that kid Love and life of our society never opens eye.... How did they judge? Please shut the hill up He was thrown in a dirty cell alone Guilty of being born without a home I never hesitate to write this poet, not have a young face but more than that give us the right insight to this...