There is light
Atmosphere is also bright
But that spark is missing
There is fun
Faces also have smiles
But satisfaction, invisible
For some, there are bucks
Else, meaningless ruckus
Sensibility hangs itself daily
Heads are only meant for count
Opinions, gifts you bullshit from senior clowns
Stupidity is glorified with smiles & handshakes
Scope is limited, Guarantee is fictitious
But those speeches are as if
One is going to win a World War
There is attraction, there are stunts
But if you wish to explore,
This ain't that bunch
Check in to check out, every ounce
Shall be exactly, how they want
Celebrations too are restricted
Depending on the clowns fancies
And penny's they toss
Labour class we are
Packed in air-conditioned halls
If freedom is what you seek
Then you are on the wrong path
-SR.