Conspiracy
Gloom, gloom, gloom,
Visibility nearly zero
People wandering, stumbling, crying
Dreaming of those assurances
Related with the phrase' a tryst with destiny'.
Destiny hasn't changed,
Poor were poor then rich were rich,
Poor knew 'dreams do not come true',
Still they hoped for the unthinkable,
Poor things.
Half a century gone, more than that,
The common Man did not know
That words are words when uttered by leaders,
But they persisted with their dreams.
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