In the hurly burly of modern life,
Which is a long and painful strife,
Fighting against all odds of time
Rampant here all sorts of crime.
Redden’d with greed eyes fall no tear
Of law or God’s fury he has no fear
Heart writhes in the pool of blood
Emotions lost in the sway of flood.
No help, or rescue for the poor soul
Grabbing undue gain is one’s goal
Feeling and sympathy are all gone
Eden of humanity and hatred has grown.
Everybody is mad with so much power
Divine interference is the need of hour
Vice deadening the goodness of heart
For fear of evils,values,virtues depart.
Copyright © BHASKARANAND JHA | Year Posted 2008
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