Indian Builders
Builders building the building so high,
Are you competing with the mighty sky?
No, this building , however it seems
Is the foundation of a young man's dreams!
Builders building the marquee belle and frail,
Why some sobs are sailing in the gales ?
As the marriage of the maiden is near,
These are the sound of her bridal tears!
Builders building something with the grit,
Why and what are you carving on it ?
He is gone , he has hurt his mother's womb,
We are preparing a dead man's tomb !
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