Social issue Poems

Real Power

The narrow streets of my lane,
The dreadful lives I saw again,
Looking for the Fortune to happen,
Lost everything and nothing much to gain.

Much my heart swells and mind widens,
I find it only the power of pens,
Which'll relief their permanent pains,
Waiting for an earth with lots of heavens.

Real Power

The narrow streets of my lane,
The dreadful lives I saw again,
Looking for the Fortune to happen,
Lost everything and nothing much to gain.

Much my heart swells and mind widens,
I find it only the power of pens,
Which'll relief their permanent pains,
Waiting for an earth with lots of heavens.

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  sweta routray (1 poems about Social issue)
  December 09,1997-India