Disharmony in Punjab
Goodness is a myth, selfishness a virtue
words weak, hearts shallow, values few.
Ambition guides, wayless rides
Clamour wide, loneliness inside.
They rise to clash, heedlessly flash
'self' they impose, fame they catch.
Egos play, game of trade
Sway away, in the name of game..
But in the end, Who wins ?!
When one loses and another sins ?!
(Last stanza contributed by nebula)
posted by samar @ 4:08 PM
4 Comments:
Will wait to find out what the last line turns out to be !!
;)
@nebula
c'on i need some help.. .am in asynchronous mode.Just add ur two cents
\()/
Okay.. Howz this ?
Egos play, game of trade
Sway away, in the name of game..
But in the end, Who wins ?!
When one loses and another sins ?!
It's just a try, amend it wherein required :)
Nice poem, seems to capture the essence of the situation.
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