Wrong Decision
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Collecting feuds on wet mind
Remained walking shutting nose
Mad dust were freely trying
Waiting for entries in my holes
May be this is cries of modern men
Who roam not having job in my town
Poor are powerless and cannot
Manage dirt for dwelling time
Every where steps are like in havoc
Unlawful swarming of blowing flows
Pure wind and greenery died in my front
Helpless I remained locking hands
Poor cries of the beauties in my towns
Remained dying without cleanliness
Wise men were busy in town hall
In plan and project for all blinds
Always always same versions and directives
Concluded in my brain acts of modern men
I bumped myself in cosy bed
Only shaking effortless pen
Critics reading in daily paper always
My hair turned to be grey and covered sixty
Still a ray of hope provokes in mind
Sun and moon direct for alive this way
Wrong decision to bring aqua for all
Stopping corruptions only in paper print
Gentlemen blow their knows for their sway
Lot of cars are busy making jams in wrong way.
Lives of modern men pedal this way
For next morning sun will shine in east
Youths are filling forms for foreign soil
Wrong decision prevails in their home always.
God bless all.
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