TILLY NOONSTONE IS CONFUSED. What is the point of probability with tree diagrams or bacon-wrapped hot dogs if one child dies of malaria every minute? What is the point of judging a girl who asks for extra pickles on her naked hamburger if baseball players get more revenue than the entire GDP of Chekoslovakia? What is the point? Well, just give her a minute to sharpen her pencil and you'll see....

it's a poem I have written so I a lot think it's lame but I posted anyway. I have used a concept in this poem which is that when people dreams die they do it by themselves and if they want to make it alive then they can but you have to work hard for that and do not loose hope

this poem is dedicated to my friend Anusha. HER brother died on 29 march,2015. she is currently going through alot so I wrote this epically for her.