In view of the malicious campaign
The traveller, within getting strained
Never tiring, never taking any resting
Reiterating all, as such efforts baseless
Bright-sparkles, landing light on the land!
The least talked about
The least understood
And the least appreciated
Scared to evolve and change
Doing much more, hands-tied
Empty feelings and emotions...
Aspiring for the revival of world!
Enigmatic story of lesser known
The magic of virtuous saint-souls
Mask is the canvas of art and craft
Pleasure out of pain and transgression
Coherent vision is lacking in clear vision!
All the forces, playing negative character
Getting chance to showcase its evil design
Setting their brother-sister roles and goals
Travelling, empty-hands beyond the globe!
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2020
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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