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The Poor                                                       He was struggling every morning,
                                                                       hungry for weeks,
        Ill fed, Ill Clothed, Illiterate,                              In the jaws of death,
        Ostracised, overwhelmed, overpowered,                          but he had a good heart,
        Submissive, subservient, subjugated, stigmatised,              For I smiled at him and with all that was going on with him,
        Disowned, deprived, deserted, desolate, derelict,              He still smiled back.
        detested, damned.
                                                                       Shubham Agrawal
        Hungry, helpless, hapless,                                     MYP-2
        Undefended, unguarded, unprotected,
        Rejected, resigned, reprobated
        Exploited, exposed, endangered,
        Acquiescent, anesthetized, admonished, abhorred,               The Sound in My Head
        Condemned, chastised, chastised.
                                                                       The sound in my head,
        Tisya Nagrath                                                  It is not a song,
        MYP-2                                                          We are all born the same,
                                                                       We breathe the same,
                                                                       Our hearts beat the same.
        Happiness in Struggle
                                                                                                       Then why this noise,
        As I was walking down the street,                                                                                                                                            The bad dreams of my marriage,
        I came across a man sniffing his nose,                                                                                                                                        and the father of my kids,
        Through the chilly breeze and he let out a sneeze,                                                                                                                         his next meal.
        You could see that he was starved,
        He was wearing a thin blanket that hardly covered him,                                                                                                                                               And I dream of reaching the moon,
        He had skinny arms, legs and knees,                                                                                                                                             Is this wrong?
        hopeless indeed.                                               So wrong?
                                                                       This sound in my head,
     WORDS  2020 -21  shivering in the cold frigid snow,                                                                                                                                              Please do not kill my dream.  WORDS  2020 -21
                                                                       It echoes like a scream,
        Struggling to stay alive,

        That was stinging his face,
        He sat quietly disguising himself near the snow,
                                                                       Daanish Kumar
                                                                       MYP-2
        Blaming the almighty for the misfortune he had.

        He couldn’t sleep on most nights,
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