What About This?

What about this?
And what about that?

 

Thinking of a piteous father
Who has no bread to feed

 

A mother & a daughter

Living in their unattainable dreams

 

Look at this naive child
Silently crying for a single penny

 

Looking in his mothers’ eyes
Who’s also deprived & affright

 

Why don’t they deserve?
And why we do?

 

Why we are flirting with big cars?
And they are struggling just for food

 

Try to see these tears
Try to feel this pain

 

It’s just a matter of time

that makes you affluent or frail

 

All these ‘so-called’ amenities

Are not more than a piece of filthy trash

 

What about this?

And what about that?

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's my very first poem...      :)

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KingofWords's picture

Well done!

The poem is alive with insight. I reckon it would be better if you, yourself, try and become the critic of your own poems. All the very best. Keep writing.