Is learning to survive more important than learning to live?
Food for thought not more than a distant dream,
Distant loud cries no longer give-
What when sad sobs could silently scream.
A further mile when forced to walk
Let out a shriek when saw His kingdom
In battered ruins lies floating in the loch
Too withered too weak to enjoy the freedom
A life of his basic needs deprived
He lives without a complaint
A lamp in the distance lives on twigs dried
God’s creation, maybe the last saint
Will fight his way, he has hope
A feeling so strong, so full of bliss
A seed into a plant he will develop
To live, not to survive, will smile amidst
-Appy. H Purohit(26/1/2011)
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