Skylines of the cities,
show pride of their lords,
here, in my village
shoveling off the river beds.
Progress in one eye,
disaster in the other!
Lines of anxiety on forehead.
Call it a day… …
Think…
think over again in these deeds!
Are we doing it right!
Can’t we call this a day!
Shallows are so deep,
Mountains are plateaus
, now
and minds are deserted !
Clinks in the pockets,
makes many wrinkle on forehead,
Call it a day!
