I am a nature's child, they called
for I was born, under a tree
near a drain, in the garbage
I grew, In the heat, In the cold
under the close watch of Sun and Moon
Winters wear me out
When I have no hide out
When summers scorch me on
Nothing was left to let me down
Dancing were those other children
When they are in rain
I too was romancing, they thought
When I was shivering in pain
I learnt to make my living, when
Hunger ate me up and thirst tasted my blood
No caste, religion or nation, I belong
When the world is one and I am to none
for I am just a nature's child
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Dear Anil, the poem showed a good deal of empathy with the other side of the India Shining. It was a good effort at poetry because it attempted to carry a powerful emotion. Make your poems of this kind more graphic so that the picture of the narrator will appear before the readers' eyes evoking much more sympathy and compassion.
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