The Fast

The Fast

You hungry
for a
day

Cry out
makin a
splash

The World
comes to
the door

What’s the
matter

The sweets
come

You become
the spoiled
brat

Growin up
learnin the
lessons

Of Life
and its
burden

A day
comes

Everythin
caves in

And you
loose all
your dough

Readin the
books of
the like
of Gandhi

Fastin for
months for
India’s Independence

Makes everthin
petty

You must
burn

For your
freedom

Caution: This might be all theory

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