An Unforeseen Dilemma

An era, the country had never seen before,

To the grievances flame, bundles of mortality continues to pour,

The enigma of lives subliming in air so fast,

Will the future ever mimic our past?

The cries of millions, poverty inflamed,

The politician continue to neglect and stand defamed,

The film stars packed up in the mansion sized couches,

And the cricketers playing millions locked in their pouches.

The dire need of cylinders,

The crush of cashes that hinders,

The black-marketing continue to rinse  thy pockets,

The crematorium flooded with ashes  and shreds of lockets.

The shuddered India engulfed in this Hollow system,

Few months from now may it settle, I wish a dream,

Thousands of families shattered, only the tears abide,

May there be a dawn free of casualties, ending the long fight.