The re-appearance of a curse…


Caste system almost on its last stage,

have lived its time of rule and craze.

But reappearing and showing its face ugly,

in the form of hierarchy’s disguise rapidly.


Its difficult to detach oneself from one’s tradition,

it takes centuries for a place to emerge as a true nation.

“O he is so and so” and the attitude differs,

less important, one doesn’t exist or matters.


People are better than a chameleon,

change color more than a million.

They are confused with the position,

do everything to impress the person.


So much air about being in a responsible position,

why so, so far am still under tremendous confusion.

Humility and grace just vanishes into oblivion,

rude is not the word, they are worse than a villain.


We forget that whatever we do is a form of service,

from the prime minister to the chaprasis.

Nobody is so big with the power to disgrace,

all we have to do is correct when required and praise.



Possibly Related poems:

  1. Curse of modernity…
  2. An Appearance Of Thee

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Emotions are good….presentation extremely poor

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Can the real NM Sharma please stand up …

But in a way I feel You don’t disclose yourself…
I have a feeling that your feedback is genuine and would really appreciate it if you continue to do so on a day-to-day regular basis…
So that all of us can look forward to what Mr.NM Sharma has to say….

Be the honest critic that we don’t have amongst our members…

Thank you anyways for your feedback and hope to impress you…

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