We are blindly caught
In between devil and good
We are scared even from neighbors
It has become unbelievable matter
When such talks can’t cater
Our belief in long run
Sometimes it I said as satire or fun
What is use of such freedom?
When we practice in reality seldom
Our children get no proper education
No scope for two square meal or ration
The poor are suffering
They look at sky and wondering
What kind of heavenly earth is this?
We shall ever miss
In real sense, we are slaves
But fail to behave
In true spirit
And prefer dark lit isolation