snigdha rajesh Poems

Once I had to tell a lie,
Of course, out of forced circumstances,
But it did not stop there,
It followed me wherever I went.
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What do the capitalists think?
Are we their sclerotic machine?
To be exploited and discarded,
After maximum use.
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Oh! what is this emotion,
Is it an obsession of excesses,
A feeling that cannot be fathomed,
A relationship unexplained.
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