The Poor And The Others Poem by Arjun Sheokand
The Poor And The Others
The lover loves;
The singer sings;
The rich man thinks
he is the king.
The goer goes;
The seer sees;
The minister does
his noble deeds.
The artist draws
the nice things;
The poet writes
so many lyrics.
The king rules
with lies;
And it is the poor
who always dies!
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4/18/2024 11:44:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
something new is always refreshing...the piece it true to the core and brilliant thank you for sharing sir,