Policy

In every game, a clever policy we try to frame,
Yet conscience whispers quietly behind the winner's name.

To climb the ladder quickly, they alter rules with ease,
While truth remains a silent anchor riding on the breeze.

A paper promise made in ink can shield a closing door,
While honest hearts are left to bargain empty on the floor. ​

They speak of equal futures in the language of the state,
Yet calculations govern every twist of human fate.

The corridors of power run on strategies and scheme,
Where human cost is traded like a fleeting, fragile dream. ​

"Murali" the game of life has rules we rarely see,
The policy of love alone can set the spirit free.

Written by:-
Dhanjibhai Gadhiya "Murali" (Junagadh)