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Hardship                                                       Every Man for Himself

        Whose poor is that? I think I know.                            Kids starving,
        Its proprietor is very tragic however.                         Kids dying
        It truly is a story of hardship,
                                                                       During which the universe is just sitting here,
        I watch him grimace. I cry hello.                              Prospering.
        He gives his poor a shake,
                                                                       Living in worlds of their own,
        Also, cries until the tears make.                              with no care in the world.
        The solitary other sound’s the break,
        Of removed waves and birds conscious.                          Not concerned, because they’re not the kids,
                                                                       all alone out there.
        The poor is necessitous, poverty stricken and profound,
        Be that as it may, he has vows to keep,                        Who needs to care?
                                                                       Who are they?
        Up to that point he will not rest.
        He lies in bed with pipes that sob.                            Take good care of our own first, is what they say

        Madhvik Sharma                                                 But they are our own,
        MYP-4                                                          Because all of us are one.

        Poverty Allows…                                                We have to fight for each other,
                                                                       And if you’re not taking care of them, then
        Poverty, allows no food, no home, no toys...
        Don’t weep for me                                              Who is going to take care of you?
        as I clasp my hands and pray
        I cry in agony.                                                Neilabhrr Bansal
        As I clasp my hands and cry
                                                                       MYP-4
     WORDS  2020 -21  Swaraat Gehlaut                                                                                      WORDS  2020 -21
        For I may never get out of it.
        MYP-4




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