


Culture at heart we spring up.
With full innocence at time we ponder,
Bounded truly with our gravitas,
Are we goanna open up our secret stargaze,
Or are we flaccid to face the populace.
The whole puerility goes vain in just dreaming,
And the time comes showing its red light to innocence.
Life begins to favor the mature tears of broken heart,
And proudly enters the shadow of shame to corrode us.
Okay! Then too we strive to be better for our ain,
decided never to sacrifice at any arduous contexts –our aim
Again and again we are forced to decline,
just in the faux world of true love.
If no! we are affronted with nonsense,
And then also if we stand proud we are lashed out……..
And there comes the end of our dreams and all strives,
In the world of God's culture and respect!!! -
- Haritha singh