(I was cleaning up the mess in my study table today afternoon, when I suddenly came across my old English notebook of class 4th. As I hovered through the pages, I found this unique piece, one of my earliest creations, dated on 17th August, 2007, which happens to be the day I usually blow the candles on a Black Forest cake. So, I hope you like my dumb poem. Seriously, this one is THE One.)
The Girl
As I sat in my velvet seat,
On the luxury car I owned,
I saw her, walk down the street,
A girl like me, but differently cloned.
She wore a skirt so ragged,
A hoarse cloth for a shirt,
No shoes or slippers like those I wore,
Her legs were rolled in dirt.
She carried a sack in her hand,
Which was full of trash,
A beggar, I thought, she was who saw
Some food was much better than cash.
She sat down on a pavement,
With a bowl, to get some money,
For she was so skinny- she hardly ate food
These days, so hot and sunny.
As I sat in my velvet seat,
I saw her walk down the street,
Crying- not with sorrow or greed,
But hunger, deep down her feet.
~:ZG:~
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