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Policy of the World

Policy of the world

I, me ,mine is the policy of the world.
It hears and bothers about what's its prime concern.
Since,  you are just a little pawn who has to move on squares of the world's chess as per its whim and will.
Sycophants, fawners and flatterers are dear as per the policy of the world. 
Because,  back biters or beguilers are the ones who know the perfect trade.
Pointing fingers , making you stand in the prosecution box is the best policy of this world. 
As it's smart enough to comprehend that you might raise your voice at times for your rights.
Zip your mouth,  hush your voice 
Walls have ears.
Don't forget you are vulnerable as per policy of the world. 
This world can't stand still for an hour but it expects you to be on toes for hours after hours.
Howsoever,  your back might break,
Howsoever,  your heels may ache,
For some it will provide a rocking chair because they are the favoured and the favorites .
If you will dare say , 'I can't,  l won't 'as your patience is exhausted to visualize the unfair ways of this world.
The policy of the world would isolate you, segregate you, and would definitely castigate you and give you the title of being a cribber.
Narcissistic world and its policies on surface claim equality and fairness for all .
But you must be beware that sky is not always the limit,
And at times the best way out is putting your foot down
 Remember that  giving voice to your pain  and thoughts though may not be harbinger of the transformation,
 But will for sure always unburden your soul and rejuvenate you , will brace you to the never ending  new policies of l, me , mine of this world. 


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