What's the most common fear,
that we Indians bear?
Thoughts like what, trespasses our leisure?
"How do I look like in the world's mirror?"
Fear, that we all desire to budge;
But Alas! There awaits the population, your judge!
So, why not sit, and pour some salt in the grudge?
'Think as you like,
Troll over the mic,
Hate me or befriend,
You troll I trend.'
Why to worry over someone's muse,
who knows not your cause?
Even the closest perceive,
Not at once do they leave.
Often to appease many,
the 'self' is lost for a penny.
Every man is unique, in his own way,
then why to incident the judge's ray?!!