This is the place; this is the age, Oh my ancient sage!<\/p>\n
Where man lives hiding in his hole, deep inside this concrete jungle,<\/p>\n
He strains his head to see the sunset, for he cannot see beyond this golden cage,<\/p>\n
The sunrise he can never see, unnatural lights flicker and disrupt his cycle every night.<\/p>\n
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This is the place; this is the age, Oh my holy father!<\/p>\n
Where everyone is in a hurry, the stress runs high,<\/p>\n
Where money is the driving force, for it, one kills another,<\/p>\n
Where technological intelligence thrives, and spiritual maturity is about to die.<\/p>\n
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This is the place; this is the age, Oh my king!<\/p>\n
Where my ruler is a criminal, but I’m not bothered, I am mentally sedated,<\/p>\n
The moral implications of my actions don’t bother me now,<\/p>\n
I am here and I live for now, there is no God I fear, everyday here, truth is adulterated.<\/p>\n
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This is the place; this is the age, Oh my love!<\/p>\n
Where I can break every marriage vow, showing you the glitter of diamonds,<\/p>\n
Where I can use words like ‘divorce’ loosely for our marriage was a contract honey,<\/p>\n
not made high above.<\/p>\n
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This is the place; this is the age, Oh mother earth!<\/p>\n
Where conceited men like I, abuse you and pollute you for our greed,<\/p>\n
We spit on the same soil we sow, it is from here that men like us grow,<\/p>\n
We will be the cause of your death, but you will continue to give us birth.<\/p>\n
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This is the place; this is the age, Oh my guru!<\/p>\n
Where my teacher despises fools, but hates that I am clever,<\/p>\n
Where my thirst for knowledge, is my arrogance,<\/p>\n
Where sticking to my guns, is my belligerence.<\/p>\n
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When the world around me is so unreal, where do I start?<\/p>\n
Our complex minds have gotten us here; let’s give a chance to our heart,<\/p>\n
Let emotions be the voice of reason, let your instincts be the guiding ray,<\/p>\n
Through those clouds of uncertainty, simplicity is the only way,<\/p>\n
Too much oo much gyaan for you to handle, now go, have a nice day!<\/p>\n
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Student: Ameya Malkan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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