ONE POOR INDIAN He lives in womb of mother’s safely securely for 7 months He played in the salt water where he dipped like lotus He kicked and marched in mom’s womb He is the POOR INDIAN It is the time for his birth in the new worlds It take many labour pains for his first breath It make his mother cry to deliver him He is the POOR INDIAN Hut is filled with three womens Oone is old and fragile eyed Other is rusty nature and his mother is third He is the POOR INDIAN He is taken by colony scavengers And moved every hut-to-hut as a new guest The oil lamps are weaker by his charm and smile He is the POOR INDIAN He grew day by day to young age He dwell with others on seashore His treasure box which contain seashells was looted Alas! itIt is taken by someone who came to buy He is the POOR INDIAN He daily play’sy hide -seek,rich and poor He enter into street fights as a competitors for food He beg near temples,mosques,churches,bar,shops He is the POOR INDIAN by sarvan
Posted on: Sun, 08 Sep 2013 15:10:30 +0000
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