Traveller who conceptually lost his destination.
His journey ended without any observation.
Still feels proud of his worthless adventure.
Wants to store his experience as debenture.
Waste of fuel and energy, he doesn't mind
Pleasure in regression, he intends to find.
A new meaning of reformation, he defines
His associates follow him blindly, to shine.
An expert hunter with a gun without any bullets
Does not like to miss walking above red carpet.
Has treasured solutions for almost all problems
But, in fact, he himself turned as a part of problems.
A blind man displayed colour of rainbow
A deaf guy composed melody for dingo
We are really proud to be members of crowd
Controlled by blind and deaf leader, so proud.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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