ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

ANNOUNCEMENTS


To sell yourself to you

There are people waiting in queue

Do not close your eyes

Do not loose yourselves-



Beautification is seen a lot

Gratification I not there in heart

Attitudes have become questionable

For pollution no one stands answerable-



Ability is not inducing amity

Cruelty has swung even towards charity

Quantity of quality has been reduced

Density of morality has been thinned-



Senses have become wretched

Rightness is being searched

Laymen and learned men do not go together

No one is cordial to another-



The rains of yesteryear do not pour today

The calmness might not be available for tomorrow

Terror is an obstacle to proceed further

Safety will be a bye-gone thing in future-



All are entangled in wrongness

Everyone has penchant for fraudulence

We may have only bad days for ever

Vividly it is being announced here.

Submitted: Friday, August 02, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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