Society: Then And Now

Everywhere you can find freedom,

Which one can enjoy very seldom?

Breathing the fresh air,

Is just very rare.

The whole crowd may walk with you,

But no one is there just for you.

We get what we ask,

But not what we wish.

People don't realise that they have learned the art of hate,

It's so deep being blocked by anger and fate.

People pretend to be happy and enjoying their life,

But the bitter truth is that they struggle and strife.

People don't care who gets hurt,

They don't realise anything by heart.

People love the space and are afraid also to admit the fear,

But deep inside they feel it and shed tears.

No one has even time to say hello and to bid goodbye,

They had made the gaps so deep and high.

Once upon a time,

People had love-respect deep inside

Which can be reflected by their deeds outside

The so-called freedom may not be there

But they enjoyed their life with each and every dare

They breathed the fresh air

With of course lots of care

The crowd may not be there for you

But everyone was always there for you

Happiness, good-will was being everywhere

That's why pain, sadness and depression was rare

People carried compassion with great humanity

They had much more dedication and sincerity

Everything was fine and crystal clear

Oh! Wow!!! What were those days dear

That love, respect, good-will are now in grave

Which today we search for and crave.