Thursday, January 18, 2018

Festivals come and go but all the poor



SONNET  479
Festivals come and go but all the poor
Remain the same on earth as were before
Fate in weaving gallows for the evil doer
Because cruelty gloom spreading more
Festivals: national and religious all ostentation
Just to impress the mass for the coming years
Only for wealth and sex the priests’ congregation
I think like Satan they all are free of fears
When I open my eyes I find the poor same
No change, earning and spending but the sex
Hungry politicians and playing a cruel game
With the poor in guise of commercial tax

I suggest the younger to bring come change
In political infra structure for love exchange