Where is the world running?
People behave like Chameleon,
Colors and Behavior change,
Fast like the drifting clouds.
It was not like this in the start,
Somewhere the journey twisted,
Lost the innocence and the care,
Raced against the brothers to succeed.
In the insane race absorbed everything,
Pride, Lust, Arrogance and whatever
which accelerated the journey
and which kept others distant.
Towards the end realized the fact,
Was on running a spree in the wrong track,
Can't run back and begin from the start,
Since nobody is left to compete but himself.
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