Man Is Universal
i at my third world place
always think about the modren world grace
all things of loveone,s neeed
no luxury but of need indeed
when my children die of malnutration
their grief brought me sheer frustration
little children doing heavy jobs
always set up a clock of sobs
shalterless aged wandring around
knock every door for butter and bread
women living domestic animal life
i can understand their strife
all those issues brought me abroad
i look at modren world with the eye of child
......to be continued
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