Wash your hands before you eat,
Use soap, so that the germs are killed,
Not touching food with a muddy hand,
It’s such a basic thing to heed.
The taste of mud in your food,
That’s definitely not good.
And it’s so very eww,
Not to eat mud, we all know.
But what can one do,
When muddy is all you taste,
Muddy is all your breathe,
Covered in mud all day?
“Stay away from mud”, we could say,
But we really have no clue.
What people have to go through,
For a morsel of food.
A Tiny Request:
Bangladeshi Photojournalist, GMB Akash has been taking an initiative to help people around by providing them with education, helping them set up a small business, and more. I’m sure there are more amazing people like him trying to make a difference, promote them, donate if you can.
Most of my poetry this month will revolve around his photostories.
Checkout his blog: https://gmbakash.wordpress.com/
To donate: https://www.patreon.com/gmbakash
For his books, biographies and more: https://www.gmb-akash.com/home
We should be thankful everyday for all that we have. The poem touched my heart❤💞
True… We take so many things for granted.
This is a really difficult series to read. Thank you.
Thank you for reading, Ben! 🤗🤗🤗 This means a lot to me. ♥️♥️♥️
I loved your thoughts behind this post. Its true we take so much for granted.
Thank you so much, dear! 🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘
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Not to take anything for granted and value what we have
Because someone might not even have that
Great post, Shreya 💙
Thank you so much, Era! So glad you liked it. 🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘💕💕💕
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