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!