Twisted egos,
Bent neck,
Drooped shoulders,
Heavy breath,
Handling politics,
Anxiety attacks,
This is the story of a common Indian man,
Who struggles to wake up,
To make up his mind.
He struggles to get up,
From the warmth of his family,
And again travels through the
Vaccum of society,
He struggles to be at par,
As the forces of dominions play their part.
But with the struggle he does,
What he has to do.
‘Cause he is an Indian man,
And they are taught to accept this too.
But, in between these acceptances,
Lies a small traitor.
He questions every crony he passes,
And tries to meet his relevations.
He shouts with the crowd,
He is not scared of fights,
He will still clear the air,
He will still thrive.