Greet your spastic sense of humanity
Greet your camouflaged compassion
Greet your greedy heels
to rub human flesh
Greet your non-entity under the sky
Where your face blows with
Vanishing vapour
You are here but quiet far your blinks
You are here but see no more beauty
Simply dollars your choice
Simply market your destination
Crime or curse have no meaning at all
And you represents the country
Where freedom and individuality
Ultimately the first choice
And the last also the same as reflected!
Pranab k c
22/03/2024
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