I was in schooltime, a boy got wound ,all school administration worried about boy ,and the boy was sent to home but mom was unable to care him and he died ,i got headache ,the painless nights to think about the slippers he had nearby school peripheri was never ending,i donot know why poverty kills children,the pregnant women gets so imbalanced to control her self, i donot understand the value ,norms and ethics of poverty,a mother remains silent only, a student from kathmandu just remembers home but cries inside the room,he narrates his suffering but never understands that happens to all.Poverty is not changeable to any area,states or country,globe is round,we feel same,same thoughts come to us.i tried to shake the hands but answer is not there.The breakway,buzzword or other words ,books ,comics.,buildings,libraries,biographies and conference never create any solution in reality.
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