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WITH UTMOST INTEGRITY




While I was rushing off to work one morning. I saw a billboard and the words "with utmost integrity" stood out from other words on it. Prior to the picture and all others written on it, I could smell a touch of sarcasm and irony.I penned down my thoughts in this little piece. Enjoy

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I wish I can listen to their lies
Believe those putrid lines
Gaze at their face
Believing that everything is okay
Smile at the victory
That has been won today
Hoping they will keep up the pace
That should be set in place
With those words of gullible eyes
Staring at my face saying, “this is no fun, run!!!”
I wish I can fathom why a man
Who started with nothing
Gets into a place of something
And Boom! His brain is knocked out
Filled with greedy matter
The people he loved becomes a bore
The problem he claims to be solved
Becomes a chore
His heart is caged with ribbed stones
He doesn’t fulfil his promise
Whereas he claimed to serve with utmost integrity.
I weep.

So tell me,
What kind of man
Abandons his fellow kinsman to rot
Lavishing in a pool of spoil
That belongs to him not
This story has been told many times
Heard in all the rhymes
Seen like the sand and sun
The people are weary of a bastard son
They cry for a saviour one
Someone who will serve with utmost integrity.

Comments

Unknown said…
And over the years the sons has adapted to been prodigal despite the trust of the kinsmen on them.
Are we wrong to trust them again?
How do our children forget morals so soon?
What has crept into the fabrics of our morals and society.
This is a symposium discussion!
May 22, 2019 at 12:19 PM
Kataf man said…
Sardonic as it is, this is a reality.
We fail to realize that a beautiful life is not all about money or even wriggling power around but about showing love and care.
November 27, 2019 at 6:20 PM
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