Under the sky,
Everyone is on high.
Not just here or there,
But in plenty everywhere.
Under the banner of bro and brother,
The security is in row of own brother.
You can talk and even smoke,
And a little drink in your coke.
Under the heavy name of friend,
Usage of body is new trend.
You can remove it all over,
Your clothes and desires all over.
Under the question of happiness,
All the pleasures are in business.
To keep the day in order,
The very meaning is in disorder.
Under this sky on earth it's happening,
The polishing life and lust awakening.
How will a family be a family?
When the outsiders have become more than a family.
Under the letters and my words,
I have pictured, not the wars or swords.
But the death of emotions and purity,
Unfortunately under this sacred divinity.
Where will I find a true relation?
In this wretched world of selection? .
Is this going to be the same?
Or even worst to this same.
Dedicated to the world under the sky.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 06/03/2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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