We get pocket money,
they get wage.
We can ask for more,
but they have to manage.
We watch movies,
and eating out is what we like.
They have to search food,
or they have to live like on hunger strike.
When we went to playway,
they started work.
We raise our status,
by calling them jerk.
People love wine,
people drink beer
What all they got,
are just their tear.
We select clothes,
according to day.
They wear same,
on each and every day.
People eat sweets,
people like honey.
They cant eat,
coz they don't have money.
What do they did,
whats thier faults?
Why they have to live a life,
with so many halts?
I don't know,
Its who to blame.
But they are the prey,
In this damn game.
They born as poor,
Its not there flaw.
Then why are they treated,
with a different law?
May be its the life,
Which play all game.
For some its joy,
for them its a flame.
We complain our life is boring,
and we live like a tame.
Everyday they wake up,
And the things they do daily are the same.
They need a life,
Its more than a pray
that what all we can doo.
But still I pray,
They get a life too.
If not a very high one,
Then atleast like we all do.
7 comments:
great job jas... keep it up.. !!!
my thoughts and my actions does not go together
I feel pity and sad for them, but I really dont bother,
they beg from me, I husssh them away,
they eat leftover food while I enjoy chocolate sundae,
I want them to be happy, but the penny doesnt come out of my pocket,
no it wont come, no matter how much they want it,
I see them yet again going away with a frowning face,
moving over to another guy who did exactly the same,
I thought I was alone, and I dont need to hide
But now this is WE, not only me, we all are hypocrites,
We will preach but we wont change,
we will teach but we remain insane,
who on earth they can work for,
why on the first hand they have to work anyway,
why the poor survive while we ask for more
what the f is this, what does god have to say?
I hope people got the "implicit" message with no hard offence,
I hope I could change myself, with this feeling so intense,
I do feel sad and pity on them,
but things wont change until "then".
you know when.
nice job anyway\m/
Its not about beggars,
Its about poor.
May be they don't have money,
But they are doer.
Its about poor,
Who have self respect,
Working over begging,
Is what they did elect.
They are those,
Who wanna study.
They wanna make their future,
somewhat sunny.
the beggars never want to beg, they have to.
and mostly they are the little kids.
but yeah, damn my interpretation.
nyc!!!
I pray the same too!!
Jazz...
Its beautifully amazing and written with just perfection and simplicity!!
Keep it up~~
nice yar... good one
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