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 </div><p></p>I know the feeling that Juvenile felt<br>
When deserted beneath an isolated tree,<br>
Do you know that feeling?<br>
The fear that gripped souls of those down-casted girls<br>
Waking up beneath miserable clouds.
<p>Do you know that feeling?<br>
The one which made me steal a bread from murderers<br>
When my stomach ordered me to and we were awfully crushed,<br>
But that was the only way we could smile at a new dawn.</p>
<p>You call me a bird-brain,an incomplete weakling,<br>
But were you there while I was growing into a man without shelter?<br>
Seated alone amidst feeble darkness, staring silently at the dumb ocean,<br>
Hungry, as tears escaped from my fainting eyes<br>
To kiss the dusts which felt my agony, were you there?</p>
<p>I know that feeling,<br>
The one I felt when my soul ordered for my death<br>
After mother was weak and worn out,<br>
He felt once I became a fairy tale, maybe mother will live in serenity.</p>
<p>Do you ridicule the fatherless?<br>
You should put on their fate and taste the pain of theirs,<br>
That pain that makes you count illusions<br>
As your peers strolled to their place of learning,<br>
Getting their future ready.</p>
<p>Can you see that swindler brutally beaten?<br>
You do not need to pity him, but<br>
He was a fugitive who starved after being cursed by ailment,<br>
He deserved a life right? Maybe he got that from theft.</p>
<p>Tears danced down my eyes<br>
As the sun slapped that old man to death<br>
He was a friend of poverty,<br>
A beggar he was, but do not mock that pauper,<br>
For if life wasn’t so cruel, he might have worshiped his destiny<br>
And bring nature to justice.</p>
<p>I know that feeling of being abandoned,<br>
Growing up without a father, starving as mother grumbles in silence,<br>
Welcoming a hard time from peers who dictate fortune’s tomorrow.<br>
Do not mock me neither do I need your pity,<br>
But I know that feeling, just pray for the orphans,</p>
<p>This isn’t just poetry,<br>
Its reality.</p>
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