NO ONE TO COUNT UPON

The world is a perennial fair,
So much far and yet so near;
People come and people go,
The life speeds up and also gets low;

But there's no one to count upon…

The worthy gets the dirt,
And filthy finds a spurt;
This world is strange as the people themselves,
There's no place for love and all place for blames;

Success is the scale from the dusk to the dawn,
And there's no one to count upon,no one to count upon……

 

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Prakhar Dixit