You sat there, down by road on the side of the walls to which felt as the end of the world.
You sat there, thinking of the unfortunate and the evil.
You sat there, with this struggle to want to do something.
To do make a difference.
You sat there, thinking of what those kids said.
Thinking of those young kids with no dreams and as they out loud said it, for them its just a life of poverty.
That made you sick.
You sat there, thinking of it and feeling disgusted by the society.
A thing you wish changed.
And even though as you sat there with all this in your head.
Somehow you seemed more unfortunate in comparison to the happiness of those unfortunate kids.
31|1|2018
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Poem of Mine
PoetryFor these words of mine merely are not just ordinary on the paper. Their meaning, every poem, made me laugh or bleed silently. For more or less, it made me feel. ___________ This is a compilation of my thoughts and day-to-day experience as a human i...
