My State
I rest my dear little head
Onto the rough, hard pavement bed.
I cannot seem to find the sleep
There's so much a reason to weep.
Hatred, hunger, faith, fear
Nothing's the least bit clear.
Why am i in this filthy state
No bed and nothing on the plate.
Copyright © Sima Mittal | Year Posted 2014
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