“The social Fabric”
I’ve seen the fall of a valiant Maverick,
Against odd rituals & the social fabric ….
The Massacres, disasters …. & the lives are lost,
People only remember their funeral host ….
Life goes on; like an internal strike,
The monotonous struggle and the childhood bike ….
No one to care for, no one to outlook,
Flowing emotions like a Fiction book …
This flood of time when even Apollo can’t help,
Poor children feeding on a bunch of kelp
It looks like a revolution soon would reign,
Gandhi, Luther, Christ crying in pain …
We need a change, we need a change,
Whether civil strife or bloody exchange
The steel of women would then over rise,
Dowry, foeticide & honor killing would demise …
Then we will tear this social fabric,
And relive our valiant Maverick
Kinshuk
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