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The WIntry Crippled

The floor with flaccid cotton
That had no buttons.
The roof of bluish curtain
That never looked certain.

The old crippled, as old as winter
Came out of the shady haunt
Dressed in rags
And gave me a wintry smile.

I looked at him with utmost humanity
But he looked at me with extreme cruelty
But why?
Who’s accountable in making him so?
Might be! He was fade up
With humanity full of snobbishness
Or the empty formalities?

He just drifted off me
With ragged and raged
Dragging and ragging
As if, not concerned with my human look.

Then I realized, the humans
Have degraded to such an extent
That even the doomsday doesn’t have the answer
Then what’s the answer????

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CORRUPTION



Law fails
Injustice rules,
Fools rejoice
Wise Suffers.
Morality quits
Money governs,
Light fades
Darkness engulfs.
Own mother kicked out
But adopted, in,
Undiscerned to recognize
Between holy and sin.
Pious hearts break
Perfidious breeds
Majority subjugated
Few elevated.
Development freezes
Starvation booms,
Nation cries
But citizen never thinks.


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