Poverty Is A Curse.

It is the deadliest valley,
And poverty is the burden they carry,
slender is the path, for Just is their rally,
Their wish and ruler's will, does vary.

Poverty is the wound ever bleeding,
And its color is weak and pale,
Cure is expensive, so still bleeding,
And to laugh at, it is put on sale.

Their plight is never ever answered,
yet, wish was it as easy as to powder the tea,
They take a sip of tea and let it go unanswered,
In dark everything disappears but Poverty.

poem by Saleem Tharani
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To Dear Father With Love

Dear father, out of my love for you,
words from the bottom of my heart,
I am overwhelmed while i speak them to you.

All my life, my only wish and will,
while you love and care, the time be still.

Dear father, when you call out my name,
I am felt secured and strength i gain,
though as tough as can be, i am the victor in every game.

Have been fed for this long and now i shall serve,
however hard the task, i will show the nerve.

Dear father, I promise I'll make you proud,
your faith in me, i will not let it down,
as bright i will stand out, while in the crowd.

Your care and affection, like the shade in the sun,
tears never in my eyes, all along only joy and fun.

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