Do spare a glance, at the nameless ones
They ain’t faceless, as much as you
Beyond your pride, reckless notions
Is a man who flaunts, a spent virtue!
O’er mounds of muck, thru sewer lines
Who swills the stink, of humankind
See the aftermath, of social designs?
Your ‘lesser man’, born ‘colorblind’!
On tombs of whom, stands your today
Who seed your dreams, of magnificence
Are not, societal castaway
But men of honor, beyond pretense!
Whose sweat fires, the march of hopes
Whose blood and tears, time’s parody
In the utopia, of misanthropesNobody’s a ‘Nobody’!
© 2017 Vikas Chandra
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