A Man Hole Story


Little feet of clay

Walking down the street

Leap in Happiness

And land in 40-feet

Its long, narrow and dark

One-way entry and exit

So unless a godsend miracle

Its a sure-shot way to death

But not the way to die

Sing the dumb activists

And not the time to die

Crow the hungry journalists

But who is there to hear

The government’s busy lazin’

Even though all ears

It don’t wan’t no listenin’

Its a bloody joke on life

That life is a bloody joke

Oh, every now and then

There is a flailing bloke

Fallen in stinkin’ pits

Cursed with eternal sleep

Inside all is calm

While outside terror reeks.

–  Akanksha Gupta


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