Akhand Singh

Now and then you interpret the world

Fragile as glass, the courtesy has fallen apart

Egoistic and materialistic the human’s heart

No wonder there is no peace and only war

Intelligence is a scale of staring at a map

Independence is of driving a car and buying costly attire

Oh my idiot friend, look around,

The world is not flat, but round

Haven’t you heard, what goes around, comes around.