Missed Brekkie this morn', although Mom did warn
But a skip of meal, made me internally heal
Explosion of hunger taught me to wonder
Slums and bare feet, no shades — full heat
Tiny faded smiles, bellies empty inside
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Left my money at home, felt like an empty dome
I couldn't grab a cake, riches felt so fake
Then a beggar came, and I felt 'me' lame
We both felt like same, I couldn't feel no shame
But I had fine clothes, in my eyes were hopes
I couldn't see her smile, bare feet a mile
My shoes were great, everything I owned—I couldn't hate
Spread hands with her drool, she thought I was cool?
If no money in the sequel, she and I were 'equal'
Who taught her despair, no hope I swear!
Then I really thought, we were same; but not
I had dream and hope, but her answer was : "nope!"
I felt sad, my heart-- but my bus gets start
Today, I learnt skipping meal-- how they all do feel.
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Maryam Batool
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The way you capture the contrast between small inconveniences and the harsh realities others face is so powerful. The imagery of 'bare feet, no shades—full heat' and 'tiny faded smiles' paints such a vivid picture of resilience in hardship. It’s a reminder of how much we take for granted, and how easily we can forget the struggles of others. Thank you for sharing such a raw and reflective piece—it really made me pause and think.
Oh! Dear, this is a deep and sensitive poem.😌 You have vividly expressed the feelings of inequality and humanity. By using hunger and food symbolically, you connected yourself to the struggles of those living in slums, feeling their pain and hardship. The depiction of your encounter with the beggar and feeling a sense of equality is even more profound and moving. This experience compels us to reflect on our situation too. Your lines – "Who taught her despair, no hope I swear!" – reveal the harsh reality of our society. And through the decision to skip food, you felt the pain of hunger and deprivation, which is indeed a powerful and philosophical thought. And what I liked the most was your style of writing and rhyming. You have used words exceptionally well. This is brilliant. ✨😊💫💥👏
I LOVE THIS STORY KIND PRAVO MARYAM
This was an touching poem. I love it .🥰🥹