In the beginning I used to write hymn And on religion, for Every sacred reason. But it turned total futile. All my efforts made them rile.
Later, I wrote on the poor And poverty alleviation, Being influenced by Indira ji's slogan. But nothing happened again. Only one thing was updated, Not the poor, but the Poverty line was elevated.
Then came corruption. I had no other option. I wrote and wrote against it. But again misfit. They told, It is a global phenomenon, It is at present, It was during Menon.
Next, terrorism. I thought, "I push it To the abysm." But continued the mayhem. No poems could check them.
I wonder, How should I proceed? Why all the episodes, Turned into epicede? Why every face is here Vying for vengeance? Has our soul died, or Words have lost their significance?
