When I Think! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by C. P. Sharma

When I think! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

How much have I changed?
My heart has a feeling strange.

Injured on the road I skip,
Beautiful ladies I give lift! ! !

New specks for Dad I can't afford,
Beloved with costliest gifts adored! ! !

I am the law maker supreme,
Populating the moon my dream! ! !

Many a poor of hunger die,
Bread to them I don't provide! ! !

All my plans are so misplaced,
Millions ton of grains go waste! ! !

I know how public be fool around,
My feet are not on the ground! ! !

Making money is my concern,
Common man on street I spurn! ! !