Suspended Roar
On deaf ears, our pleas fell;
Once again, we’ve derailed
And our roar for our share
Is suspended mid-air
Like the dust particles
Kicked up by vehicles –
Rising to some extent,
Reaching out to heaven
Until the wicked rain
Pulls them down to the drain –
Such is the fate of those
Who, in resentment, rose!
Were it Delhi, maybe,
We’d be easier to see!
Or is this Haflong’s fog
Thicker than all those smog?
On deaf ears, our pleas fell;
Once again, we’ve derailed
And our roar for our share
Is suspended mid-air
Like the dust particles
Kicked up by vehicles –
Rising to some extent,
Reaching out to heaven
Until the wicked rain
Pulls them down to the drain –
Such is the fate of those
Who, in resentment, rose!
Were it Delhi, maybe,
We’d be easier to see!
Or is this Haflong’s fog
Thicker than all those smog?
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