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Am I willingly choosed to be citizenry
Possibly, I may be dreaming or soaked in trance
As state of mind entwined like a knitted muffler
When should their weary be tasted? an inimical
of ours

What neighbours are trading out, their archaic
How starved we are in eagerness of leftover
Unarguably, leaders are God-fearing
With their heart full of sinful deeds

As it's been driving by competent heads
Which makes life an ants in a bag of sugar
Streets are glowing like a football pitch in the
night
With unblinking lights that cold liquid in
refrigerator

As liquid flows incessantly in in-ground run tap
For mass interest, judicial are indifferent to
legislative arm
Like two war-lords in a battle ground
For their mice-like ears open widely for citizen
plea

A technology based country
Where all in one and not one in all
With its naturally blessed of on-shore and off-
shore
A community in a global village

Eagernessly, every country is partnering
With its blossom enriched friuts to pluck
Citizen are healthy like an angels in firmament
As its hospitals are well equiped flourishing with
proficiency

And a rescue spot for its neighbours
Thirsty for unemployed graduates
To in-fill their vacants holes
As every living is waking in peace and not in
pieces

What all citizens are clamouring and craving for
As it's appeared like a mirage in an asphaltic way
When should their weary be tasted, an inimical
of ours
Our clamouring polity