The saintly people are here,
They mind their own business,
Stand alone is not our culture,
Civilized people are more mature,
Clapping of hands in one sector,
The only one in the middle, greatly happier,
Churning of ideas in another sector,
This group has made the king makers,
Those people at the border, neither bother,,
Nor beneficiaries, but affected more,
In every second of their ordinary adventures,
They are too proud to say and blabber,
That they are not interested in all these affairs,
They are unaware of their own affairs,
sadly they are ignorant of their affairs,
that spoil their life, health and future.
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