Coal When Clamours, Calls It Diamond
When facts loosen tight grip, truth its bond,
A peanut when struts like an almond,
Rigour loses its rage,
Precision its sharp edge,
Coal then clamours to be a diamond.
So, lose none your courage,
Persist, if on a ledge,
Precious stone comes one in a thousand.
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Scams, scandals, cons and corruption while flow unending like perennial river, investigations when go on pretending to profess legal and judicial processes, truth gets lost in thousands of sheets of affidavits, witness statements, evidences, and erudite long-winding judgments, truth never sees the light of the day. What is wrong is clear like daylight, but who wants action? Activities are what we are fond of. ____________________________________________________
Happenings | 05.03.15 |
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2019
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