Loose coins rattle on the old silver plate
Beaten and bent, tears in eyes starts to fade
In sickness and in health, dust do hug their skin
They walk on platforms, for a long-forgotten sin.
Scolded and sworn, many a times a day,
Since born, nothing goes their way.
As He sees, the heart of God Almighty shatters,
Children of His, walking on streets in form of beggars.
Poor men walk on street
Asking for a note or two,
Privileged men ride on wheels
Not looking at them and move.
When wheels started to get faster
Behavior of the good, went slower,
The good dawdled and dawdled
Till it became just a model.
The world is one
But no help is done
to help poorness begone-
make humanity stand alone.
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08/02/2021
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Stories About Life
Short StoryA collection of short stories that celebrates the beauty of life... The stories are available in both Sinhala and English languages. All of my Sinhala stories are dedicated to my friends and their friends and to all Sri Lankans! Start : 18th of Apr...
