ajay srivastava

(28/08/1964 / new delhi)

Approach


Yes, we are angry
There is complete chaos and disorder
Every one want to run their own system
A mad race to reach on top.

Love, emotion & feeling find it difficult
To some space in human kind,
People are in hurry to reach desired destination.
Money, money
all our celebration connected to money.

we will give money on birthday we are valued
we will give donation to a reputed education institute
we will give bribe our job will be done in few second
when we will realize this is a vise -versa problem.
We want to swim on money river,
but we do not want to sink in money river.

Stop, think and go
Build and develop a system.

Stop this mad race, money is something but not everything
give some time on good thought
Which give little bit of room to love, emotion &feeling
Thought that build and develop a system
Which provide peace of mind and meaning of growth.

Are you angry, raise your voice say "yes we are angry"

‘O' Really we are!

Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, February 12, 2013
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