I want to grow but Money Matters;
desire in heart to own a name,
hard work and honesty for fame,
With no Money Dream Scatters;
Yes my Friend Money Matters!!
My love was real and pure,
But she is not yet sure,
For I can’t buy her the world of gold,
the reality is yet to unfold;
With her No my love songs Clatters;
Yes my Friend Money Matters!!
I learnt to say No to bribe,
Life is thus hard to survive,
Greed is the new breed that counts,
With demanding life and pressure mounts;
At last ME the Poet Utters;
Yes my Friend Money Matters!!
By: SaGa: Saurabh Ganguly
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
A Child.....
I was a child, when I first cried for food;
crawled to dustbins, the best I could.
I was beaten as I desired to be in school;
for society, I remain an uneducated fool.
I collected polythene bags from garbage,
with a smile in face, with many folks at my age.
I don’t know whom to say, whom to blame,
when I sold toys, when my age was to play with them.
From garage to tea stall in your neighbour,
See how we child change with labour.
Ever thirsty lips can just taste the sweat,
I am the poor child and that’s my fate.
Why this uncouth life has chosen me,
I beg for love, I beg for food but I am still hungry.
No one likes me nobody comes near;
I am the God’s neglected child with eyes full of tear.
I will soon be social evil as a grown up child,
negligence and hunger has made me wild.
Life without fun and nursery rhyme,
Soon, I will grow with the taste of Crime.
By: SaGa:
crawled to dustbins, the best I could.
I was beaten as I desired to be in school;
for society, I remain an uneducated fool.
I collected polythene bags from garbage,
with a smile in face, with many folks at my age.
I don’t know whom to say, whom to blame,
when I sold toys, when my age was to play with them.
From garage to tea stall in your neighbour,
See how we child change with labour.
Ever thirsty lips can just taste the sweat,
I am the poor child and that’s my fate.
Why this uncouth life has chosen me,
I beg for love, I beg for food but I am still hungry.
No one likes me nobody comes near;
I am the God’s neglected child with eyes full of tear.
I will soon be social evil as a grown up child,
negligence and hunger has made me wild.
Life without fun and nursery rhyme,
Soon, I will grow with the taste of Crime.
By: SaGa:
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