A Poet Of This Land Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
A Poet Of This Land
You give me pain
You throw insults at me
And laugh at my bad luck
You don't invite me to functions
For I have no nice dress to wear
You show me sympathy for I am poor
You read me and praise me
You sometimes wish to be
Photographed with me
And encourage to write more
The pallid sun goes down and down
Never to rise fresh as I see no morn
I am a poet of this land with a heart of gold
I write in darkness and my poems don't get old
I get paid more than £145 to £395 per HOUR for working online. I heard about this job 3 months ago and after joining this I have earned easily £23k from this without having online working skills. Simply give it a shot on the accompanying site… Here's what I do__________ PAYS11.COM
I love this poem, Anil. The feelings expressed are vivid. Keep writing with a heart of gold and so, true, out poems will never get old : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/22/2024 11:42:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Despite all odds, you have a heart of gold.pl.continue your beautiful poems.