Skyscrapers Floating With White Clouds Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Skyscrapers floating with white clouds
One who are allowed to visit, feel so proud
How lucky they are, you say
Their income and ability to pay
Make them able there to stay.
Think of those who had devoted
A portion of their own lives.
And those who were injured
During the process of construction
Living still with miserable lives.
Where are equality and justice, you say
Rich are born to enjoy sunshine day
Where poor are born to pay.
For the most luxurious life, rich enjoy
That is why, white clouds turn black to cry.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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