The humming humbugs!

A memory of that dates back to a corner
A corner that witnessed the glory of pietism;

An year or an era of monolithic hypocrites 
cursed everyone except for self
demanded change they couldn't follow;

Shades of the room would transform
likes the rumors and gossips 
In the tiny smokey world; 

A part of my memoir 
Subjected or exposed to,
Unreasoned zombies 
who were lost to eternal siesta,
who labelled self with fancy words
preaching right and doing wrong!

Today, I thank those souls,
poor personalities from rich families!
Who gave a perfect pitch
How life should not be!




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