A Matter of Odd
A matter of odd
A matter of odd
It is matter of odd to me
cause some are engaged to banda my town
Since the creation of world
Even God does not dear to banda again
Once civilazation began
It took pace of forwarding with motion
I know no none valoured to stop
To do banda and stagnation
Culture in my town geared
A timidity to win stopping speed of lives
In place of running vehicles
I unwittingly noticed plays of children
In those unknown faces of children, a pain
Loss of education and a matter of odd
But defeating with vandalism, if spoken
My town closes doors of morning
Still I rear hope sun and wind
Do not share with them
And emerges far from the top of hill
As usual, then I breathe a hope of death of banda.
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