A child on the shoulders of his father,
Watched the other kids with their bags to school,
Playing with their toys by the pool,
Shed tears and wished to be one of them,
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How indeed to we put and end to poverty like this? Your pen reminds us of the inequality, and it just seems all the sader and crueler when seeing it from the childs perspective. You paint your picture well!
u described ur views in such a moving & tragic manner that my eyes r forced to weep, really have a deep meaning & message inside, Zaib u r bestowed with a golden heart, waiting for ur more poems...welll done
Really good and touching poem.. poverty snatches the dreams of little kids to go to school. Aditi
A great poem on a question that isn't easy to answer. But like Val says if you've got love your rich but without the wealth. Well written Jahan.
Very moving poem - the greatest possession is love, which the child clearly has, so is he not rich.
You said you wanted to improve your work but I ask you, what is there to improve?
This poem is so very true. Who does decide who will have and who will have not?