Woollen garbs, cosy bed
Satin pillows in hand teddy red
Kurlon mattresses spread all over
Six blankets kept for the one prince to chose its colour
Pizza or Hamburger easy at hand
Coke, Cola, Citra not ban
Teeming millions with no permanent roof over their head
Remains no choice where is forced liquor and bread
Infinite are ill clad with only a torn rag in the biting cold
Snow falls covers them full fledged
Tolerance equalizes heat and cold
Fortune displays its multifarious folds
Why this disparity?
Forced pain and forced happiness everywhere
Who realises whose pain?
Seek happiness, peace in vain!
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