Category : Poems

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I am of peace,

But when i speak

They say my tongue spells war,

I am of love,

But when I try to make friendship

I become an enemy.
Is it because I am pauper

That I can't afford to make friendship?

Yes! I now know,

It's because I am pauper

And I can't grab a chance

To dine with the Noble.
It's because I am a commoner

And they feel My blood has got stains of poverty.

But one thing they will never know

Is that , luckily

The world needs all of us equally.
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