The myth that human script is written by God,
Determines us, Indians, like magical rod;
Stunk as though by scorpions, we feel,
Venom-filled, yet, do not want to be healed...!
Everything will happen, as per script, we say,
Like kite by wind, flies and sways;
Whether we struggle or remain lethargic lot,
What is written only will be our jackpot...!
The rich think,...
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