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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

A POOR MAN'S LIFE


Whenever I lie on my choking bed
The whole wild world whirls winds round my head
The landlord wars me everyday for rent
The NEPA had cut off light from my room
Such that I settle like a brideless groom
As only season in my life is th' lent
The harsh sun fries my back through out the noon
The white cold pitches my body during moon
All elements tend to enslave my life
I had emaciated cause of poor health
I entertain some slaps cause of poor wealth
Receives disrespect from my blood and wife
A poor man's life is all about real pain
A life without real joy and peace and gain
All his desires are just like Peter's dream
Who put out boat to sea with lots of wish
But worked all day and night without a fish
His cup of worries filled above the brim
How worst for poor man who doesn't use his blood
To store some riches in gracious place of God.



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