Ghetto, my sprawling luxurious home,
Gunny bags filled with desires, numb,
Grungy dumpster hiding broken toys,
Gorgeous rags stitched with threads of joy,
Gruelling pain of blistered feet,
Grains of food, we rarely meet,
Glittering stars my roof overhead,
Good Morning! I never said.
TRIVIA
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{ The young boy from the ghetto speaks. A hint of the the life that he lives there. Every morning starts with a struggle for him. }
© Copyright Salvwi Prasad[POETICbug]
Good words for the post! :)
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That is a touching poem ! well written !
ReplyDeleteThank you Sheethal and Ruchira
ReplyDeleteFab. It's hard to write a poem a day, isn't it!
ReplyDeleteI'm doing animal poems.. and facts... er, and often a drawing, I like to make things hard for myself.
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Nice...love poems...keep up the good work and all the best for the challenge :)
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Good use of the letter G. LOL
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Thank You Liz, Sumita and Shelly. I am a novice in this field. Just trying to improve myself with suggestions from peers like you. :)
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