“I”, the oath begins this way,
I meant absolutely,
No politics these days,
No policies to change,
But leaving a melancholy
A go in one shot!
The pin prick is expected,
Hidden to the chairs,
Permission granted for -
- Those foul intelligence.
The legacy is not preached,
But the legend for all time!
Change is inevitable,
But the question is who?
For them, to surrender is,
Great act of a cowardice,
Nagging burns extra pounds,
Acceptance means no cost!
A sigh, the need of hour,
Fake smile carries you,
The next thousand miles,
Thy bread or the tread,
That’s your pick anyway,
Ethics to sabbatical; well accepted.
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