They were sixteen in the family
Sharing one chappati amongst them;
But the house in the capital
Had a lavish supper.

When it rained hard,
They had nothing to wear;
Only a small roof to be shared;
But thou after a nap
Got up, stared at the window
And said 'Perhaps it rained! '

When festive time came,
Thou prepared for celebrations
With new wear and plenty to eat;
But for them its nothing more than a nightmare
With nothing to wear
And hardly anything to satisfy their hunger.

Thy preserve thine innocence
And learn the ethics at school;
But at the age of holding pen,
He holds a bowl adding to his livelihood
Making him a likely goon.

Can't thou be a bit liberal;
Give away thy extravagance
For them who dream
But reality supresses their desires.

Originally Posted by abhinabmohanty

can tha rich be abit liberal to give up their extravagance to fulfill the dreams of the poor????????

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