Society circus on it's peak.
Moral values very weak?
Is it money that you seek?
A satisfied monk in the creek.
Tired and burnt he crushed all idols
Haterd and hunger, all false idols
Yet he got stuck in one
Cudn't escape, cudn't run
He forgot his promise
He took a stare
The beautiful rabit
The ugly snare
Tired again he came at rest
Avoiding failure, trying his best
But the past is something we call past
The more he remembers
The more its vast
In this filthy little circle
He decided, to let it circle
Collecting his valuables
In a little colorless blanket
He started walking......
Your thoughts and the way you shape them with words, its like a story. So expressive. Saying a lot with so little
ReplyDelete:) Thank you, I am happy you get the feel of it
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