Wearing it like the civilized souls
Bearing it with all patience and tears
Tearing hatred into threads and shred
All odium connecting to the main roots
Let there be tried, a thought and chance.
So cute, so innocent, perfectly imperfect
A combination short cut and glamorous
Free sale, leaping into a new dominion
Leaving ugly-bloody fight long behind
Attracted to complex and imperfect
Riding over mentorship-memories.
We're living in the strange times-
Where one tries to govern smooth
Other one leaving no stone unturned
Frustrating to derail the motive behind.
Rising not up above, low mob-mentality
Like ants highly organised, well disciplined
A large number works with uniform-precision
Human beings, the world-traffic needs to learn.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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