A problem rose, unhindered by a solution,
Mental calisthenics, now nobody’s bastard.
Was it concern for an unknown brother?
Cos, in this world who is the other?
What is said is what is believed and seen,
The question, not a form of protest?
There is a solution; maybe it’s with you,
No answer! Atleast a similar point of view?
What a luxury being a frog in a well,
A finger pointed out, ignore the other three.
Under the sun, big and small cast shadows,
Is there green? Has the land turned fallow?
Never taught to question but answer,
Now older, hear the coherent and logical hold stage.
From the pedestal, see the souls to harvest,
This war of world’s, it turns grotesque.
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