Who am I? , The truth unsafe
World searches, a path to escape
Questions are many, solved by any
World imbalanced, in access of crime
Judgements are pending, with pains unending
And life bound, in invisible tape
We all slaves, in the hands of politics
For their profits, we lie back
We all under, the development wrap
Prakash, do face the generation gap.
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