Approach to process the life
The one, the one, THE HUNGER
The one can pull all the chains....
Like the bad manners to the bin,
Like the caste sections to the sin,
The hustles to the boon,
The happy colours to the joon,
Its the reason to rise of fire in belly
It's the random sudden seed of thought in dwelling.
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