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Obli Nishanth Poem
They are poor,
Being good for sure,
They can't see the real world,
In their dream world;
They are always smart,
With their smooth heart
They are unhappy,
As their life became a floppy.
They are always with fear,
As their eyes has only tear;
They are mens,
Who dont know to write with pens
They are childrens,
Who dont know to count even tens.
They can eat,
When they are in the streets,
They even beg,
For a egg;
They walk in the streets,
Even when the sun heats
They have no wealth,
And only a little health.
They are not blessed by god,
Even though they work like a rod;
They have ambition,
Even in this condition;
And about us,
We are blessed;
We have eyes,
We can see;
We have mouth,
We can shout,
We should live together,
Even in a changing weather.
We should have a good role
And a good goal;
Aim, get the fame,
Win the game and get a good name.
Copyright © Obli Nishanth | Year Posted 2007
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