17 April
2015
16:53
-Indu
Bala Singh
Success
attracts enemy
And
We start
living in castles .
Every
afternoon
Hope sits
on a branch of memory
Oil it's feathers
And dream
to return home one day
And
Chirp in
the bushy neem tree
Which has
been sold
By
the new occupant .
What type
of success is this ?
Why do we
have so mean mentality ?
Why can't
we tolerate rising of our near and dear ?
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