I've seen that crowd
From the core of my heart.
All the hunger like a beast
I see only the food they want.
They struggle, they fight
The whole day and night.
Give me food, Give me food
The occurrence was a sight.
No one has the mind
Of their clothes and flight.
And they have no think
What is wrong and right.
Luxury, elegant, hanging palace
All were a useless thing.
Love,anger,proud,affection
That can only be sung.
Born to fight,Born to die
But for food, we exist.
What they feel after cyclone
That made them the beast.
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Kabir Khan
I am a student, writing is my passion
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