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deepika Dec 2013
I ASKED 4 STRENGTH,
   AND GOD GAVE ME,
DIFFICULTIES TO MAKE ME STRONG.
I ASKED 4 WISDOM,
  AND GOD GAVE ME PROBLEMS,
               TO SOLVE.
I ASKED 4 PROSPERITY,
AND GOD GAVE ME BRAIN,
        TO WORK WITH.....
I ASKED FOR COURAGE,
AND GOD GAVE ME DANGERS,
            TO OVERCOME,
I ASKED 4 LOVE,
AND GOD SENT ME TROUBLED,
         PEOPLE TO HELP.
I ASKED 4 FAVOUR,
  AND GOD GAVE ME OPPERTUNITIES.
              TO RECIEVED.
WO MUJHE NHI MILA JO MAINA MANGA THHA,
BUT MUJHE WO MIL GYA JO MUJHE CHAHIYE THHA.
HAVE A SWEET LIFE
BYE
:-)
*^_^
Rahameem May 2021
Hello world, I am a dusty flower
among ****** pebbles
gathered on the road which
no one can see us
even though we do not hide

Hello world, I am that kid
who weeps when a bombshell happens
instead of a hanky that I get
They bestow me such beautiful fiery bullets
right on both of these eyes
what a lucky me
My tears are stopped
Then, I will never weep again

Helelleow
Hello woorld

Hello world, I am that kid
who always summon
God's name in every single I take
a sharply gravel and throw it into the sky
not even one-minute passes
God answers me already
and He tells me
Son, you don't need to summon me anymore!

How lucky I am, all I need is just one gravel
then I can meet Him in Behest

H e ll o, woo rrl dd

Hello, world
I am that kid
who until now
cannot understand
are we even living on the same earth?

once I've heard about the other kids
on another side of this earth
when the sun slowly disappear
their mothers look for them and take them home
enough for playing!
Their mothers say

I kn ee ww
Ikh
Ikne
I knew,

I knew this world already knew
that, I am that kid
who does not have a mother
nor home
Yet has the world known?
that I also don't have the sun  

Because
All of my days sense cold, as an endless snowstorm
Because
All of my days look dark, as a hole embedded  in my mother's head
Because
The sun is just for them, who guarded by fully armed soldiers

Be caaus e

He ee ll o wo  oo rlll d
a rre yo uu st ii ll t h eerr ee ?

He llo wor ll d, I aam thha t kiii dd
wh oo stil ll ha s g uts to sp e eak up
yet th e y cut of f my  th roa t

Hel lo ww oor lld…
I AA M THA
II AAM THAAT K
HEELL OO WO RRLL DD ?? !

HELL ..!
This poem's dedicated to all Palestinian kids

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