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Hi everyone it is my first ever poem in english, all of you please read it and say what u felt about it, especially about the usage of words.

............Friendship...........

In the beginning, it was a big world. The world of strangers,
the world of intellectuals,
they talk great things,
they do great things.
I felt myself like an ignorant there.
But I was not ready to give up
I was not ready to be ignorant,
I prepared and tried hard.
I changed the world of strangers into the world of acquaintances,
I became the intellectual of the world of intellectuals,
and I began to talk great things,
began to do great things.

But One day,
someone asked me.
"Why did you come down to us?"
" You were a lot greater than us!"
I was shocked !!
"Why did you say that?
I could not help but ask.
He said-
"In the beginning, this was a big world. The world of strangers,
the world of intellectuals,
they talk great things,
they do great things.
I felt myself like an ignorant here
I wanted to be like you,
I wanted to talk like you.
But, now we have no differences,
no ups and downs.
no strangeness,
we talk same things,
we do same things,
we share same things"

That was the moment of realization.

It was not a big world,
no one was an intellectual,
no one was talking great things,
no one was doing great things, everyone was EQUAL .
But no one realized it.
Everyone thought they were ignorant in their own worlds.
But, Time has bound those worlds with a thread.
A thread that changed strangers into friends
A thread that can never be cut again.
It's called friendship .
Then everyone realized that they were equal.

#review #AMD #poetry
Hi everyone it is my first ever poem in english, all of you please read it and say what u felt about it, especially about the usage of words.

............Friendship...........

In the beginning, it was a big world
The world of strangers
the world of intellectuals
they talk great things
they do great things
I felt myself like an ignorant there
But I was not ready to give up
I was not ready to be ignorant
I prepared and tried hard
I changed the world of strangers into the world of acquaintances
I became the intellectual of the world of intellectuals
I began to talk great things
I began to do great things

But One day
someone asked me
"Why did you come down to us?"
" You were a lot greater than us!"
I was shocked !!
"Why did you say that?
I could not help but ask
He said-
"In the beginning, this was a big world The world of strangers
the world of intellectuals
they talk great things
they do great things
I felt myself like an ignorant here
I wanted to be like you
I wanted to talk like you
But, now we have no differences
no ups and downs
no strangeness
we talk same things
we do same things
we share same things"

That was the moment of realization

It was not a big world
No one was an intellectual
No one was talking great things
No one was doing great things
Everyone was EQUAL
But no one realized it
Everyone thought they were ignorant in their own worlds
But, Time has bound those worlds with a thread
A thread that changed strangers into friends
A thread that can never be cut again
It's called friendship
Then everyone realized that they were equal

#review #amd #poetry
Hi everyone, pls read this poem and give me ur suggestions. It will be helpfull for me to improve.


POVERTY

He realized everyone around him was struggling with poverty.

For the child who gave one bucks in the morning,

Poverty was the inability to go on an excursion with her classmates.

For the old man who turned his face away,

Poverty was the insufficiency of money to buy the liquor for the night.

For the boy who walked away without paying attension,

Poverty was the inability to afford for a bike.

For the businessman who unwittingly handed over 100 bucks,

Poverty was the struggle to build the third storey of his two storey house.

At night, he alone, ate only a little food provided by someone and slept on the footpath rich.

#review #poetry #AMD