No one cried over his demise
When his body was found at our premise
He might have tried to knock the door
But we were fast asleep in door
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Gloria Rodikis How sad this poem is, and is a sad reality! 6 minutes ago via mobile · Like
Akif Saeed much painful and too realistic! 5 minutes ago · Like
Diwakar Pokhriyal Very true and touching poem: -) ......True irony of our life.....Instead of helping someone when he needs, we help him/her when they are needless of it. about a minute ago · Like
Narendra Rai wow sir ji... very sad... i love you for writing upon a beggar...yes the world must know, how people are leading their lives who are the haves-nots... a few seconds ago · Unlike · 1
excellent Jon Otano2 minutes ago love it Comment 0 Not For Me
Sean SprowalLess than a minute ago This didn't really keep my attention, but well written.
Queeny Gona ironical tone Sir! 9 hours ago · Unlike · 1
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No one cried over his demise When his body was found at our premise
Lela Northcross Wakely Deeply moving. My heart breaks for all my relations. The world would be a better place if we could call each other brother and sister. I could not let my family starve, I could not kill (even for a God) my family. I like the question of why, what is the porpose for suffering? August 16 at 8: 56pm · Unlike · 1