Bitter truth of life


Sun started blowing,
Darkness started leaving.
Birds we are, choice is our.
Either to be caged or to fly.
Neither we cried nor we tried,
Just we ran , on the road we send.
Never thought now what,
The aim was just to cross.
If succeed then bronze, if fail the fall.
Birds we are or machine?
Not known, still running!
In the want of better evening,
Spoiled the brightest morning !
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Poster splits, we eat.
Shopkeeper make us buy, never we deny.
We are spend day by day, what would be day after day ?
Meaning : Poster splits the advertisement of products and we consume.
Shopkeeper make us buy and we never deny it.
In buying unnecessary product we waste resources
then what would next generation will do ?

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