17 April 2015
16:53
-Indu Bala Singh
Success attracts enemy
And
We start living in castles .
Every afternoon
Hope sits on a branch of memory
Oil it's feathers
And dream to return home one day
And
Chirp in the bushy neem tree
Which has been sold
By the new occupant .
What type of success is this ?
Why do we have so mean mentality ?
Why can't we tolerate rising of our near and dear ?
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