*SOCIETY*

*SOCIETY* 

A tree with branch and fruit... 

We are their root... 

We build the sky.. 

But can't make their eye... 

They are so called relative and our beloved ones... 

They don't believe us and our postulates.. 

I once told that we are all bonded with amity... 

But here the fruits are cut when they are a not even mature... 

We always get a life with thousands of dreams... 

But it is succumbed by threats and our own keens... 

They can't support our back and front.. 

But they will throw pebbles right at our souls... 

We are distracted, yes we are... 

We don't even have our own backbone... 

we just got operated.. 

We are tempted.. 

We are molested.. 

But still we overcome.. 

We rise from the coffin.. 

We shout and come out... 

If you have something to say... 

Say at once, there wont be a next time... 

Cause all you got is just one life ..  

Feel and enjoy it.. 

Till the day you die... 

Die like a young kid.. 

Do the work like mature... 

You don't know when this journey ends... 

Till then be with me and enjoy the weather of love... 

- Kumar Krishna Sarma