I call it my own country
but I feel ashamed
so much of stress
so much of pain
people pleading for food
no income, no gain
tumultuous and torturous
policies are unfair game
only home I thought it ought
where young grow not to bow
but to feel safe and cherish with pride
in their country without any doubt
every single cell one cares not
only the grown body on display
wearing shiny armor as defense
the hues and cries die in ashtray
by
Kritika
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*When I hear stories from rickshaw pullers or road side tea sellers. I can feel their pain. Leaders when will the condition of this country be better?
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