I never had a title for this...but this is the 1st I wrote
Walking in the light of the dying sun,
Seeing the naked children playfully run,
In the dirty gully of the slum,
The dwellers see me as I come.
Helpless and anxious of the morrow,
Pained and miserable with their sorrow,
To them the lord has ceased giving,
And they’re existing and have stopped living.
But still they hope that some fine day,
They too shall be happy and gay,
Though an illusion it may be,
Though in that no truth they see.
To god I cried out “what is this ?
People suferring their lives without bliss
What’ve you done to help even a few?”
And a voice replied , “ I HAVE MADE YOU”
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