Category : Poems

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This is the era of brokers, keep fighting friend, there are countless enemies, keep fighting. 
Foxes and jackals are sitting at every step, 
liquor contractors have opened shops, colors are found in colors; but do not get molded into them.
 Right now, you will be infamous, 
will be called an urban naxal,
 you will live behind bars while living in villages and cities, 
what will be your answer tomorrow if your generations ask? 
Just like you lived yesterday, your children will also live the same way, 
if they go to ask for their rights, they will be killed by calling them naxal, 
if you work hard for the sake of your children, 
then get out of your houses today.
 A few brokers have put your world in danger 
The ones whom you selected have become hooligans, 
the guard of the country is dumb, everything is getting costly,
 the palace that you built will collapse one day.