How can I advise?
Since, I'm not wise
Trying yet, to give
A pretty care-
To the social order-
That dam cares of me.
Losing a lot-
In search of perfection
A fantasy against
Truth and reality.
Ignoring tears of dears
Crying, for who dislike
To share and put up with
All my pains and sorrows.
Though I'm not witty
Rather, committed a number
Of blunders and plunders
Since, warn not to commit.
Wearing the crown of pangs
And liabilities unconcerned
Carrying on the dead loads
On my worn-out shoulders.
Lost though, all rights-
Against the whole world
Holding yet, a grim grievance.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2017
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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