Look at the beauty of the world, they say!
The bright shining faces, these giant edifices.
The cars that swim on the speedy road,
The fancy attires that people adore.
These sparkling and vibrant cities never rest.
So, look at our modern-flourishing land.
When I looked at the sphere carefully,
I saw people stuck in poverty.
Children with hungry eyes and faces,
Stranded all alone in this developing race.
Man scavenging these vast lands.
We people abhorring them, with our eyes filled with regret.
One with no clothes and shoes,
Wandering in search of some food.
Their eyes filled with unjust,
A question they want to ask but never heard.
What have we done to live like rodents?
Is it our fault! To be born in this modern land?
By: Shameela Fatima Mirza
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