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I've seen that crowd
From the core of my heart.
All the hunger like a beast
I see only the food they want.
They struggle, they fight
The whole day and night.
Give me food, Give me food
The occurrence was a sight.
No one has the mind
Of their clothes and flight.
And they have no think
What is wrong and right.
Luxury, elegant, hanging palace
All were a useless thing.
Love,anger,proud,affection
That can only be sung.
Born to fight,Born to die
But for food, we exist.
What they feel after cyclone
That made them the beast.
About the Creator
Kabir Khan
I am a student, writing is my passion
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