Oh, will I have a quality life,
Where I can live without strife?
Oh, will I ever have a place to stay,
Where I don't always have to pray and obey.
Oh, will I ever have a voice?
For I'll feel the bliss of making a choice.
Oh, will I ever have something to hold on to,
For one day, I'll be someone new.
Oh, will I ever learn the words,
To fly high in the sky like birds?
Trampled by the powerful,
Frowned upon by middle class,
I beg god for mercy,
My world collapses.
Oh, lift the misery off me,
For I need to be set free.
Please answer my cry and scream,
And not let this new world
Of ours, be a dream.
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Hey guys! This is a poem written for the people suffering from poverty, malnutrition, illiteracy, ect.
Our honourable Modi ji has bought about this new rule to remove all these problems before 2022.
Did you guys like it? Do vote and comment if you did! :-)
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
