The Caste-Iron Strings of caste
Too strong to mould , the strings of caste
One God One love , thing of the past
love is religion, says divine
reciting humans nine to nine
Love who bestow you with
glares of status.
Rest of the humans are not mine.
Arguing for the illusionary incarnation
Fake philosophy of oldest civilization
Whites are gone and browns are ruling.
despite subservience, abhorrence is pooling.
Feeling proud of surname
forgetting the lovely heart of girls
killing merciless, surnames
are proving their hollow fame.
Beyond the boundaries, enrichment ensues
Cast your world , Love you can pursue
You are divine, just think at last
What holds you make these
Strings of caste
Beautiful knights are on the way
holding a hollow sword
shining from outside, made of caste- iron
to kill their own, people of land.
Don't isolate them - It is an irony in our society that we always restrict our happiness and respect to a few people with whom we contact, but the real happiness is to feel the beauty in everyone. Equality is the hallmark of a lovely stalwart.
@copyright 2011
Dr.Singh
kredible.justin@gmail.com
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