All her dresses cost as much as his life;
She flaunts for a living,
Where he begs to survive.
In a three storey mansion,
She lives all alone;
Whereas a part of the sidewalk
Is all that he owns.
A fur coat she drapes over her shoulders
Just barely, so her exquisite jewelry is visible
Where he braves the rampant winter without anything to keep him warm,
Because the wrath of poverty isn't cease-able.
But it is in the same world that they live;
As part of the same race-humanity
Yet on poles of such a vast horizon;
Such conflicting levels of sanity.
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The Written Word
PoetryA collection of poems ranging from love to hate and every feeling one encounters in his/her life. Anthology.
