Submission Poem by Gajanan Mishra

No reason to submit,
No declaration on
any point.
No bidding and
we are living.

Secrets are there
as before.
Willing or unwilling-
no one is to asked.
Performances evaluated
by our own envious partners.

No decision is final
Each one is to the point
most critical.

How to open the card
Known to none.
And still
Authority reigned.

Profit and loss
are separated.
We are no way connected
And still
we are living.

We are free
That is what
everyone wants to hear,
within the bond
framed by them.

Grace, praise
all that are raised,
But nothing happened.
As before
all are going
to become homeless.