This morning while rushing to the station, I was surrounded by ladies in a conversation, All I heard was, "Oh God this present Generation", I apologized and ran with no time for explanations. In the rush my mind prompts reputation, Not now mind, there's no time for frustration, My mind never showed me any cooperation, Instead she said you live in a judgmental civilization. I made some space for utter isolation, And told myself you need more preparation, Waking up in the midst of a very high population, What's wrong with me? I almost passed my destination. Dragging my feet in to the organization, Looking around to grab some inspiration, I told myself, you are a wonderful creation, With this thought, I used a bit of my imagination. Along with the Earth's rotation, History repeats, its not a complication, Things may come back in a severe formation, These ones that passed could be for my preparation, To face the next, was my Monday Mo...
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