Tania Bhatia Poet Alliteration

Am Not Poor My Honesty Wraps Me

GOD has made us with the same soil. 
Some born as  poor some enrich with gold foil. 

No big house  No luxury was on my cards of life. 
You the rich decorate your doorsteps with 
Black money lights. 

You wake up and touch the smooth carpet threads. 
Am the poor struggles for every day butter and breads. 

I earn money for the pieces of food as my soul says. 
You sold your self and put your honesty on stake everyday. 

You  the rich burns my house and count the bunch of 
Lakhs.
I just wait for the clock of bad times to swap. 

You lived the life of king and will not die with a single 
Rupee. 
I left empty handed whole life but my priceless honesty wraps me. 

STRONG ME

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Mona Motwani May 31, 2017 at 8:53 PM So nyc nd so true...

Lalit Sharma March 6, 2017 at 1:36 AM A very beautiful poem, Zania.... Great Work!!!! " The Poor has the capacity to fight with difficulty, No Rich is as strong as the poor..... "

Lalit Sharma March 6, 2017 at 1:36 AM A very beautiful poem, Zania.... Great Work!!!! " The Poor has the capacity to fight with difficulty, No Rich is as strong as the poor..... " Tania Bhatia March 6, 2017 at 1:41 AM THANKS alot Buddy. :):)

Lalit Sharma March 6, 2017 at 1:35 AM A very beautiful poem, Zania.... Great Work!!!! " The Poor has the capacity to fight with difficulty, No Rich is as strong as the poor..... "

Darren White March 6, 2017 at 12:54 AM What a powerful and strong poem you have written here. I hope for you too that bad times will end soon. Well written. Welcome to PoetrySoup :) Darren White March 6, 2017 at 1:35 AM You're welcome :) Tania Bhatia March 6, 2017 at 1:28 AM Thank you so much :) Tania Bhatia March 6, 2017 at 1:26 AM ThNKSss ALot ??