Warning bells-
Tough times and warning bells
All is a political game and blame
Yea, a blame game along the way
Fighting it out till the hilt…
Although, not an easy battle fight
There're instances of overcoming it.
Up next for intent mala fide-
Fibre never says, ‘I can't'
Rather it says, ‘I'll do it…'
Drenched in nostalgic ache
And contemporariness-
Of words and phrases…
All the while bringing out richness
A way of life of the era gone by.
Everyone in its outer tune
Believing not in social bondage
After the relations as a freeman's voice
Trusting actions and reactions of growers
Quite at home from wishing never made it so
Up and about, thus spreading a ray of hope…
As such, proving system-failure costing heavy.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2020
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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