Progress
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Progress has an irony of its own,
All humour comes with no Humerus bone,
A man born free and raised on a pavement,
When moves on to slums on rental payment,
Ridicule wrapped in mockery unknown!
But this is what progress we call,
Growth based on greed when shows no fall,
Debt gone bad; call it capitalised loan.
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Happenings | 07.08.07 |
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