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Education in Kenya for the poor folk:
Nothing but, going with dragging legs,
Eager eyes, grieving minds and
Empty stomaches...craving for
...

sorrow thy seat is on heap of shattered hopes
still you accompany the deserted souls
sorrow you are the truth on passage of time
still you accompany defeated minds
...

ILL LUCK OF A PERSON
DEGRADED LIFE ON STREETS
AWAITING SYMPATHY AND ALMS
READIES TO FORSAKE ANYTHING FOR ONE MORSEL
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gain is vain
lost in fun
gain is win
for sane
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greed you think of things
alas things degenerate
greed you think less of others
alas you tinker with things
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currency for happiness
is it toil or thought
merry is the man
who plans not time
...

10.

when time fleets
Life summons
Courage the password
Suffer demands ailment
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ALONE IN THE JOB
MEN SEEK TIME
SOUNDS AND FLASHES
TORTURING BRAINS
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mind game
all in a day
mind game
for your own
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greek call it a myth
yet oh hercules was a legend
like our children burdened under education
like it not or yes
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where the sorrows pummel heart
where life is clouded with anxiety
where thoughts creates deeds
where morrows leaves for past
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charm on a fine day
when meadows sleep under sun
where mind floats over dreams
soul meets bliss on morning rays
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oh needless search
why on the search
when mind toils on
when days are longer
...

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(001) In Waiting..........

Education in Kenya for the poor folk:
Nothing but, going with dragging legs,
Eager eyes, grieving minds and
Empty stomaches...craving for
The 'Sole morsel' of the day
Free from their schools,
That too to be shared in their families
Where education is the means of ends
And a philosophy untold by forefathers....
We Indians can dream the same
When things happen in this way....
We import things when our farms are left barren
And farmers are left gaping for
Better seeds....Or rebirth!

A poem dedicated to Sandhya SN
and the poorfolk of the world....

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