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Gourab Banerjee Sep 2015
I starved for food

I fastened for long hours

Not for zero figure

But,for bankruptcy of my father

Now,I've plenty of food

   "    fastening has become fashion

Not for zero figure again

But,for being billionaire

I faced poverty once

So,I don't wanna repeat-Written on 17.09.2012
RayRay Feb 2015
I am.

A boy that dreamt of conquering the world,
Not with bloodshed and tears,
But with love and compassion,
For a world to be free, at peace, no proverty and illness
For a world, filled with love, compassion, hope and will
For a world, to be beautiful beyond measure
For a world, where the sun shines and rain dance gracefully

Please,
May I find strength,
To pick myself up
To find strength
To find valiant
To find light
To find me
Again.

Time is tinkering on the clock,
Time is running away
Time waits for none
Time is never kind
Time is change

I need to change
I need to be valiant
I need to get up
I need to fight
I need to correct
I need to  dream again
I need to believe, in myself

To learn and forget the mistakes
To move on
To carry on

Till my last breathe,
I shall NOT GIVE UP!
Come on, lets go! STOP WHINING OVER YOUR FAILURE AND GET YOUR *** UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BELIEVE AND I CAN
teenageoverdose Apr 2015
Silent screams from self indulged diluted paradoxes casts a spell on the unforgivable lips kissed by the devilish characters dancing upon a grave settled by many.
Transparent silhouettes race to embrace their simple structures some unattended by close perceptions of love.
Drained from pupils an acidic remedy consumes the purity of the children laughing a bout.
Fists crossed in anguish pollute with devastation causing a fury manifestation corrupting innocence not so sweet.
Society speaks in vocal peaks damaging the mentality of not 1 2 but 3 million in one millisecond.
Yet no one believes how well proverty speaks.
Uneducated, unemployed disappointments most see yet the struggle at face is way more than ***** sheets but ****** hands covered in fibers of cotton that stained green.
Pity pity pity me no us no we.
Blood diamonds don't even exist just money hungry thieves.
Gemini pen  Jun 2020
POVERTY
Gemini pen Jun 2020
A duet
Theme: Poverty

Mujheeda
Hunger visited our home
Refusing to depart,
Bold death rushed in
Making no man compromise..

Fuhad
Indigence, harbinger of shame
You thrown us into famish,  making our stomach coil in pain
With torn mat, rolled over the slickly Room we call ours
And make our roof not hammered with nail,  but tied over our head with dried rope
Children,  cried with no hope of satiation

Mujheedah

Pauperism we are!
Hopeless and discouraged by the heat of PROVERTY!
We yelled that our throat can't take the ease!

Fuhad

voice sounded bleary, lips quiver
dried from unnecessary fasting
arrows of poverty fired deep into the skin
plagued the household,
and keeps us on our heels

Mujheedah

Struggle with hurdle of pains!
Will all not vain?
Will the proudly future won't be OUTDATED?
The future of new generation is at edge!

Fuhad

three square meals?
abomination in our home
craving to get our thirst quenched
and the bowel full to the core
We'd suffer the rest of the days,  subjected to hunger

Mujheedah

Let the tears rushed down to the ground!
Forming the sign of ENDURANCE!
Escorted with PERSEVERANCE!
Arson the home of FEAR!

Fuhad

Poor Man,  devoid of ego
A beggar,  not a chooser
Eating only grasses and insects
With clothes,  faded and shoes worn out
Springs of the bed Rusted, poverty

Mujheedah

Stand Against POVERTY!
Chase the AGONY !
Moving ahead with COURAGE!
The END will be candy

Penned by: Mujheedah and Fuhad (Gemini)

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