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Help me out this darkened pit,
where there is no one to love me...
where every thing is covered by mist.
For my days are consumed by fire,
and my heart has withered like grass!
How long shall a man endure?
For I have eaten ashes like bread,
and mingled my tears with drink,
by the second, my body becomes weak
and death I do dread!
I am like the pelican of the waste,
watching people shut their ears
to the cries of the destitute....
Millions of us endure this plight.
Poverty has been our father...
illiteracy our mother...
Will you help us in this fight?

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Copyright © 2001  --  Jinsy Sara Varughese
Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates
E-Mail:  jinsy_u@yahoo.com