gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Degradation of society


Degradation of society is here
Quality of thievery deceit and
Unrestrained audacity are common
Be cheating money is being earned
Coal mines slaughterhouses steel mills
Deserts floating oil rigs are
The main places of earning
Old and incapacitated servants
Though faithful and served for
Generations are abandoned by greedy masters
Though saintly wealth-less masters are
Being abandoned by money hankering servants
People are become wretched
Conception of friendship is based on
Sexual ties and no brother no sister
Keeping mother and father are old concept
And it is against freedom.

Submitted: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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present society we find here there

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