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The affluent threw a lavish party
Swimming in riches,
discarding the excess
They made merry

An urchin nearby,
sought warmth, soaking dry
Hunger glowed, eyeing the spread
that had over-flowed

Eager hands  grabbed,
Desperate mouth relished,
the taste, now mixed with waste

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  1. Pretty tragic yet painfully true :(

  2. Ah, the waste. Such great words here: lavish, swimming, relished, grabbed.

    1. Thank you, Jennifer, for your appreciation!

  3. Very vivid and sad--so much waste and so much need.

    1. It's such a criminal act to waste when there are so many in need. Thanks for the read, Marcy!

  4. Beautifully written Uma.. Sad but true!!

    1. Thanks for the kind words, Vinitha!

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    1. isn't it? Thanks for the read, Stacie!

  6. Vivid, and sadly a reality to often. This was brilliant! Really liked your take! ♥

    1. I'm so glad to hear this from you, Kathy!

  7. One man's trash is another man's treasure.

  8. Sad but true story for many. The contrast paints a striking picture.

    1. I'm glad I could manage to bring about the picture of contrast. Thanks, Keirthana!

  9. A little sad twist ... But very nicely depicted Uma

    1. Hey Megha, yep the end is sad but also the truth for many..thanks a lot :-)

  10. Welcome back, Uma! I like the way you broke up the lines of the stanzas. It made the rhymes a surprise, but still seemed like they were worded naturally.

    1. Thanks a lot, Nate. I'm glad you liked it :-)

  11. Dang it, Nate, you took my comment. Seriously, though, I really liked the structure of this. Very nicely done - thanks for linking it up!

  12. I love the line breaks in this, great work here :)


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