I am a lucky borne
But
she is not,
I have all the rights
And money
To move into
any part of this world
But
She has
these poor and broken streets
Of this cruel city,
I have a wallet
Full of cards and money
But
Her tiny little dirty hands
Have a handful of coins,
I dance in the rain
But
She fights from it
AND
I feel poor
When I saw
Her giving
Alms to that beggar
Whom I just kicked off
YOU ARE READING
WHAT'S IN MY HEART AND MIND
HumorIt's like a diary of mine of course full of me. I don't know why am I writing this but I feel like I should, so here I go. Don't judge me much, okay you can I don't mind. Come on Ravi you cannot write everything here so see you in the chapter. Bye-b...
