This earth is actually 1 nation, It is 1 complex society. My compatriots, They don't desist from being real *****. My countrymen, They spit phlegm on any public road. My landsmen, They bias against the ladies apart from ****** them. My fellow humans, They break all of the traffic rules. My own friends, They have been so imperfect. My friends are my world, And I am not proud of this world.
I am an idealist who never had them, The mythical permanent friends.
The human society is full of bigotry, I read about female exploitation. This awful male-dominated society, I am amused on its insecurities. That unlucky unborn female foetus, I mourn its ****** before its birth.
Daughters in India are the most unlucky, As August may their birth be always, Unlucky their existence in vivo, Graceful be their existence, How sweet the angels, Testify the Gods, Equally well, Replied.