Sunday, May 15, 2016


“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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