#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness

So many people complaining about life
Even after having a luxurious bed
On the other hand we see
Thousands of families still unfed

Heart is full of wishes or desires
But the soul can't even meet the need
Burning their wants in fire,the walk ahead
But no one pays them heed

Carrying a heart and mind filled with tension, thinking about tomorrow
I have heard poors saying "Death is better than a life filled with sorrow"



© Raheen2003