Poor
The river flows past my house. There is a pond in front of my house and big fish in the pond. But none of it is mine except my house. The house was given by my father. People therefore called me "Fokinni". I do not mind being poor. The poor are the poor. The job of a poor is to work hard like a dog. But the peace of the house is great peace. Outsiders will do whispering or tell you or to your family anything. But if the people of the home do not give support, then the poor has nothing to do with suicide. The poor work hard all day to keep their family happy,but many do not realize it. I do not have the ability to buy new car but i have the time to spend with my family. Love your family members,whatever they do. Only believe that whatever he is doing is for you & your family. Love & Respect for the poor.
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You have highlighted the reality in your article. Whatever people say, you should think of it as inspiration and move forward.
thanks
It's cool how the text is really describing the reality of things. You're a good writer, dear and i respect that so much. Being poor is never something to be looked down on so i hope it serves as inspiration
Thank u
subs me and i will also return it
Courageous ones
Its the realityin our country
Am wowed though
good writing... normally i don't like sweet but manda is my favourite desert. and i live in also mymensingh.. that's why i am very much proud of this delicious desert