If need be, sell your soul, for itThat, social shroud, life’s, Holy GrailBetween the two, what should, we commitBlasphemy, or sin, in survival’s travail!
Each shred, of heart, to feed, his hearthWhat else, is man, but a, bread-earnerWhilst world, weighs him, with his, vendible worthHe shoves, his dreams, into back-burner!
Works leads him, to the truths, of worldAnd the lies, of pride, and prejudiceHis value is, proportionately, absurdTo the job, that buys, social malice!
Man fights, with faith, his worldly fearsWith his, fortitude, social insolenceAnd rears, with his blood, and sweat, and tearsBetween Job, And Bread, That ‘Existence’!
© 2020 Vikas Chandra
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