Madness short poem

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Last year vanished
New year ushered


Sun continue to shine
Moon as usual on and off seen

Shivering Cold continue hide and seek
Sweating Hot continue to rise
Expectantly unpredictable rain

Prices continue to rise to the skies
Un ethical Politics continue to slip towards Nadir
Communal hatred inching towards ground zero

One man ship on Reservation policy ascending
Common mans misery shooting up
Looting of Woman’s chastity un abated

But still

We the so called civilised society
continue to Go mad to welcome one more
New year with zeal and pomp
Boozing all the way ,dancing and shouting
as if the coming year is all set to make the
Earth a la Heaven

Madness beyond repair
Jai Hind

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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