The poor search for food, and the rich search for hunger.
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Search It
search anything
in your life
search any thing...
you search u got it...
you did not search
waste of life time...
you search any thing
any time search...
not only google.com
search all ways
what do u want...?
search it
the life is search only
you search your inner
you got many more...
search with you...
search the another's
and search the world...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Mind Masters
Search for attention and recognition;
Search for food, clothes and shelter;
Search for love with opposite gender.
Mind dictates the three for a compromise.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Search
I search for that something called an Identity
I search for the eternally dynamic being called 'me'
I search for that ever-elusive ray of Hope
That'll steady my walk on life's tightrope
I search for that stroke of Brilliance
That'll make me stand out among millions
I search for that much-needed Common Sense
That'll help me to decipher utter nonsense
I search for that slippery thing called Fame
That'll erase all my past memories of shame
I search for that quality called Tenacity
That'll help me cope with life's complexity
I search for that something called a Carefree Life
That'll remove me from worries and Danger's knife
I search for something called an Identity
And I still search for that being called 'me'
poem by Rony Patra
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April, March! Soldiers Search for HUNGER MARCH - A2 Story
Lot of hunger and empty bowl without food is poverty,
Not having one more dress to take bath is poverty,
Sheltered, willing but failing to accommodate a guest is also poverty,
Mother's sick but cannot afford treatment is also poverty,
If treated, prescribed but cannot buy medicine is poverty;
A mother's thought,2 mouthful of rice with 3 children is poverty.
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
The fort of confidence is dismantled by poverty and frustration;
They can build castles in air though lack inspiration,
They simply look for food threw in dustbin in month of May!
They die while living, live in dying daily with their life of dismay;
Poverty is not crime but it is a curse and worse...
I'm brand ambassador of poverty and I endorse!
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
Don't show poverty as excuse...
God gave you brain and make use and bemuse,
No matter if you are born in poverty's slum-dom
While some are handicap blind, dumb, deaf and a cough;
You work and Strive dawn to dusk with inspiration, if
You make education oxygen of your life and your kingdom.
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
Hence, don't look up to someone or don't cry and cry;
Go far, father and farthest, Age is no bar so try and try!
Take all ladders, Surpass Eiffel Tower and reach the sky!
Remember one Booker T Washington and Abraham Lincoln
Became presidents of America, and poverty is won!
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
From in India to Cambodia and Georgia to Indonesia,
From Kazakhstan to Afghanistan, China and all Asia;
From Namibia to Zambia and Algeria to Nigeria,
From Uganda to Rwanda, Morocco and all South Africa;
Bolivia to Columbia, Guyana to Argentina and all South America;
Third world is resounding with Mania! Mania! Food Mania!
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
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April, March! Soldiers Search for HUNGER MARCH - A1 Story
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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We always pray
In critical days we always pray
Come together and search for the way
Think of an ordinary man very poor
When time nears to be pushed at the door
Hunger makes you sense the value
How a person can understand and review?
Search for inner instinct and respect others
How then it brings the ideas to come closer?
Love the way as we are all destined
Situation may alter as never imagined
In pain and distress we gather the strength
Think of lines which has same wave length
We feel the pulse and cry along
Render the help if something went wrong
Devastation and damage bring tears in eyes
We never go into question and ask any why
This is beauty of human being
Poor and rich rush to bring
All possible help to reach at the end
To avoid the curse, take vows to change the trend
Nature is kind so we have learnt
Houses to be built but not to be burnt
Bread to be provided and not snatched
Run to the rescue and not merely watched
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Food is god
Food is god
for poor people...!
God is not
Only food...
Rich home
Dog is eat
Nice food...
That food is god...?
yes that also
A god...
Good food is
God...
What is good food...?
Given good health
Always good food...
So...
Non veg
Or veg...
Every good food
Is god...
Simply sit
Silentely eat food
With out hot
And cool drinks...
Food is not only
Poor's god...
With each and
Every one also
food is god...
Give respect and
Take food...
Happley too try too
Thank for god...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Search For Me
Search for me with your nakedness and i will be ready for you,
Search for me with your mind and i will lead you on,
Search for me with your peace i will care for you,
Search for me with your kindness and i will humble you,
And like the cares of this world and the care of this life;
But, woe to those who call evil righteous.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Live good
Search You
Seach you...
Truley search you...
Same time
Safeley Love
And search with you...
Love with you
And search with you...
Live good...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Our Fate
We hastily make steps forward
Into the darkness of uncertainty.
We slowly embrace reality
Without a care of what tomorrow holds
And, this is our fate
The rich sleeps late,
The poor wakes up early,
To trade away what the rich search for.
Heights to depth, depth to heights
This is our fate!
Blind wanderers,
In a vacuumed wilderness
We search for emptiness and reach out for shadows
We wait for tomorrow and we never find it
We climb valleys and slope down the hills
And this is our fate
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Search Song
Search
For peace
Search
For some understanding
Search
For answers
That you are dying to know
Search for the truth
Because only the truth will set you free
poem by Aldo Kraas
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April, March! Soldiers Search for HUNGER MARCH - A1 Story
World has advanced in many days...
Yet in 21st Century poverty retains in umpteen ways;
Hunger glinted in his eyes...
He does begging and petty thievery, at the same time!
Cheeks were sunken and clothes were in rags but still, a crime!
Believe I swear in the name of god, my words are not lies.
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
I saw a rag picker scrounging for a coin in the garbage,
Though he is with bare foot who knows as bub, he is cute!
Owing to the troubles he met, made him mute.
He can fill the rivers with poverty's tears...
His eyes were pale and mouth opened for food cabbage!
One among is he, pleading and begging the passersby yet nobody hears.
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
The street is lighted with half naked
Bodies go begging down, the street and half fed,
From head to toe they're covered with poverty, yet
With pain and misery as their make-up set;
Hunger is present in their stomach and a rat's race!
And it is vaguely seen on their face and a food race.
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
Labourers in construction breaking the stones...
And lifting the bricks while scorching sun is the witness!
They work bodily, resembles awkward dance of a heap of bones,
The skin saturates and swallows the heat, I bet!
Leaving it dark as the midnight sky, oh! What a mess!
Their hopes are dashed; life is smashed of body’s sweat!
The Mother weeps and father yells!
Sitting in the house of poverty and what-else!
Small sister sleeps and her little brother dies and I linger;
His father only stares as he is killed by hunger...
Why doctors only cure diseases and why not
Poverty - the biggest disease of all. Is it not?
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
Every now and then in newspapers, I hear
The death of a peasant or two, oh my dear!
Unable to feed family, life has become Herculean task,
Drowned himself in melancholy, under hunger mask!
Bogged down under wheels of Pressure, not to hide...
Due to debts of treasure, he committed suicide!
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.
Lot of hunger and empty bowl without food is poverty,
Not having one more dress to take bath is poverty,
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April, March! Soldiers Search for HUNGER MARCH - A2 Story
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Search the life
Life is
Search
Search life
Intresting to go on
You did not serch
Boor with boor...
In Internet yahoo search
Google search
Also thear...
Very for intresting...
Very good for using...
At net...
So...
Search your life
Safe with you...
You live your style too happy...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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My Only Concern
The inequities of this life are huge,
too huge for any of we.
But the rich, the poor are all the same
as they reach their destiny.
Far beyond this place called home
is where we all shall go.
The good, the bad are all the same
and shall find they all outgrow
All of our foibles, all our pain
as we leave in search of love.
The search is right within us.
For it's what we're made of.
My only concern is when I leave
will you be with me again?
And will the love that I'm made of
begin anew or end?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dog rich
Dog
Eat...
Rich food
At rich people home...
Poor man and women
Also in the world
Not eat
The dog
Rich food...
But...
Rich home dogs
Eat very very rich food...
Ok...
Dogs is rich...
Or poor...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Even As I Die It Will Continue To Go On
Back to building a website.
To put my ideas under my own design.
The internet is in the ages of all times.
Forever to be recorded so the kids of kids can remember it.
We must not forget
We must learn to forgive.
For injustices do not end with any other pretense.
If that make any sense.
Yes it does have relevance
Its not just more jargon to be heard.
By the crazy and the absurd.
In my constant drive I do not reach for the skies
But to understand the why.
The search goes on for truth and knowledge.
The search goes on for the true humanitarian.
The search goes on for a way to end all blood shed.
The search goes on for a way to eliminate all indifference.
The search goes on for the cures to diseases that remind us of how vulnerable we really are.
The search goes on.
Even as I die it will continue to go on.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Xyz
Once was, never the better by worse -
Adopted by the attitude which is used by the rich -
Stones are stones, yet they carry gold -
Why do we exchange to letter the poor, poor -
Struggle becomes normal, rags dressed to be formal -
Food is the sacred passage whereby some have to survive -
That which is thrown away by you as useless -
Builds another mans house -
A home, protection for his family -
What will be the outcome, to standby to fly -
And the rest of the humans die -
Of hunger, starvation is an equations -
One does not equal the other -
Rich does not equal poor -
XYZ
Yet, without the poor you will be dead
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Misery
children all over the world in poverty, hunger and misery.
is this the way it's supposed to be?
is this the reason they were brought into this world?
is this what you want to see for your little boy and girl
as adults can't we see-we have to stop this hunger and misery.
god has given us the power to concieve
so let us set our children free.
free of what we have created-poverty, hunger and hatred.
let us work to become as one
let our children see the sun
for right now their world is in a dark mist
with not a flicker of light to be found.
their hopes torn to the ground..
there has to be a place to start.
search your heart-search your mind
the answer is within our grasp
it is something that has to last.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Rich, The Poor
Even in the rich man's house
Poor man's food is being eaten
You had better eat rich man's food
In the poor man's house
Than eat poor man's food
In the rich man's house
Our world is mixed
Truly inseperable.
poem by Kolawole Ajao
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Eat own mouth
Cat and dog
Foods
Are eated...
Human...
Every day...
Cat is your pet...
Dog is your fit...
but...
Eat a good...
Eat a good...
For dog and cat...
Poor is eat...
Every childrens are eat...?
Each every one eat too eat...
At fast food...
It is a cat and dog food
Search
Eat to eat...
With your's own mouth...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Y' In Your Name?
The divining rod which is searching for water
Looks like a Y if you remember.
With your Y in all your life you will be a searcher,
Going on with an open mind for something newer.
Some of you will search for some new wisdom,
Some just for a newer flower blossom,
Big or small search all brings something new,
Even if you just search constantly for your keys, a tool or a screw.
If you choose to search for spiritual wisdom,
Your life can change for an everlasting stardom.
So, choose wisely how to use your Y,
Search for something useful, not just asking aimlessly, why?
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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