Even if I get a chance,
To follow the status of any,
Respected, illegally paid white-collar worker,
Then I cannot become a particularly skilled person in this way.
It's been a long, long time,
Living inside of mine;
Lacs... more than one lakh,
Wild rogues are now waking up suddenly.
Though I am unable to be,
A protective headgear of the richest world,
Why I cannot become the another one,
Amongst the morsel eaters,
Having the shelter of the lower middle class,
And who live from hand to mouth in day-to-day life.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Comments4
Thank you Mottakeenur for a brilliant write.
We must not give up on our dreams.
Kèep writing in 2018
Fine B
Thanks a lot!
I've read this several times and it just flows - keep writing M
In Assamese ~"ধন্যবাদ"....in English~"Thanks''
This is a great commentary on society. This is also a message to the illegally wealthy; it is better to be honest with less than dishonest with more.
Thanks dear!
Keep that ink flowing as poetry can by its power change our lives. Never give up on your dreams dear M.
Thanks for your kind words!
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