Hope- A Polished LandA Poem by Jasbir KaurAbout the uncleaned and untidy land...
I had a dream of a dream,
A nation full of beautiful cream, The soil on which i born is mine, Why i depend on others to clean it's wine, Am i doing duty only to get money?, Results in nothing giving my land a look of funny. Have i contributed any thing to my nation?, Or i am busy in doing my ownfashion, But never the less i had given a bad creation, They are my friends who eat tobacco, Doesn't mean they can throw on streets and become psycho. Have i ever resisted myself on wrond deed?, It react in none other than making me weed.The culture i lost ,the image i imposed, Hints that my thoughts are getting paused. I am the one who created child labour, I am the one who did this favour, Will i ever be the one to become a jaber, I am GOD of waste, I am the generator , I am the operator, And i am the destroyer. I usually show my nature of nice, Every deed of mine progresses in country's demise. For selfishness i played this as a game, But how so ever i lost my own fame. What a sort of player i am, Just putting water on futures lamp. The water i worshiped main, I put every thing in it how insane. Now, i want a hope of life , Without land and water how will i survive. I regret on my act of self-interest, Surely i will bring my nation up from waste arrest. I won't be afraid of people's thought, Because i am the one who started this fought.I regret that i spoiled a lot, But a sign of happiness that i wont be fully caught. Thank you © 2016 Jasbir KaurAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on November 28, 2016 Last Updated on November 28, 2016 AuthorJasbir KaurNew delhi, New delhi, IndiaAboutI am an aspiring writer, who loves to write poems on social evils or about nature. I am currently working on many fictious plots for my short stories hope u all love it. more..Writing
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