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Sep 2020
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The bread and butter that I eat,
The parties and fun that I treat,
The outings and gatherings that I visit,
Do not give me peace and solace.
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Each day I see poor become poorer,
Each day I see pain in their eyes,
The house girls moving around,
Lost jobs due to pandemic,
Their husbands too have no work,
No construction happening anywhere!
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When I plan to cook something luxurious,
I loose my appetite,
I feel the hunger felt by the poor,
I change my menu subconsciously to simple.
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The guilt is deep in my heart,
How I wish I could help each one,
How can half of world celebrate
and other half left to die?
How can one part enjoy
and other part left to suffer?
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Is not pandemic same for everyone,
Rich, poor, old and young?
Is not death a certain future?
Why then there's pain for some?
&
Enjoyment for another section?
Is not this time a reminder of our duty to share,
When country is surrounded by toughest time ever?
How can people laugh and enjoy,
party and roam around?
When,
W are well aquainted with
The plight and sufferings of humans around!


Sparkle In Wisdom
10/9/2020
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Pandemic diaries
Sparkle in Wisdom
Written by
Sparkle in Wisdom  43/F/West Africa
(43/F/West Africa)   
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