social issue

nobody see what we see

i'am 15yrs old child

who live in that area

where nobody wants to put their leg

and i live in that area

 

we poor become more poor

and those rich become more rich

and heres government says

we develop, we poor develop

they all are blind

who think so

trying to show those

slum behind  high buildings

but those government people

turn their head at that time

 

see those sewar

smell those sewar

live here only for one day

then you will a little bit one of us

 

far away from this

we face differences everyday

the war of difference

trying to defeat each other

 

our parents work too hard for us

so that we can get food and education

everytime they went to government

to ask them,the government people

was you talked about these children

is they the future of our country?

they just shut their mouth at that time

 

this is enough to tell

what government did for us

this is what we see but nobody see

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we, the poor people

we,the poor people

struggle everyday

for two piece of bread

face the true face of people

and show the verity of people

 

this is right in every book

that we have some rights

but these rights sell in market

every rate and every price

leader bidding at the market side

at the government side

 

everytime those rich people stop us

to getting us our right

we have to come on road

then we have to break rules

we do this not only for us

we do this for our future generation

so they don't suffer like us

 

we,the poor people people

struggle everyday

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this poem in a  behalf of poor people

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to see that poor

to see his face

what i see?

that child future

that family future

the tears of mother

the hope of a father

and that cute smile of that child

 

how they eat?

how they fight?

fight with a disease everyday

sit starving every night

don't know when government

wake up from his dream

what they will do with all their money

if they don't able to give them money

the money for their two meals

of their wage

live in palace

not much left for them

ready to die

but don't ready to give anything to needy

 

live in slum

for their education

for their life

this is a society of our poor life

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this poem because of my teacher gave it to us to write in social issue, so i try to wrote about poor peoples

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