We are the product of might
Yet always struggle for right
Though we are not meant for sky
We compare ourselves with kite
Though we have a huge stock of food
We are forced to be on diet
Our talk usually hurts others
It's necessary to keep quiet
For better results in our routine
We have to smile in situations tight
We are dull in darkness Prakash
For every moment we need a beam of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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