A Document of Unrest Time
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The world is getting isolated,
Day by day and with quick change of face,
Everyone is an island with None,
A separate entity with crotchet.
The fast increasing population,
Cut-throat competition and self-Love,
Immoral and unethical chase,
Man is now a dreary wad of craze.
Political malice and meanness,
Hypocrisy and falsehood the midst,
Man is not worthy to be man Now,
An age of self-delusion sets in.
Poets and Parnassian and authors,
Painters and sculptors are jumping boats,
With stone precious in eyes they use sense,
For selfish end they polish their pens.
A very tough Time, the desert of souls,
Living in society is strait,
An unrest Time of Stringent politics,
Life is on the edge to fall any trice.
We need a vast Mind and spacious Being,
Forgiving soul with stern principle,
A wand in hand and luminous eyes,
A warrior and a pious cognoscente.
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