To sell yourself to you
There are people waiting in queue
Do not close your eyes
Do not loose yourselves-
Beautification is seen a lot
Gratification I not there in heart
Attitudes have become questionable
For pollution no one stands answerable-
Ability is not inducing amity
Cruelty has swung even towards charity
Quantity of quality has been reduced
Density of morality has been thinned-
Senses have become wretched
Rightness is being searched
Laymen and learned men do not go together
No one is cordial to another-
The rains of yesteryear do not pour today
The calmness might not be available for tomorrow
Terror is an obstacle to proceed further
Safety will be a bye-gone thing in future-
All are entangled in wrongness
Everyone has penchant for fraudulence
We may have only bad days for ever
Vividly it is being announced here.
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