call centre cab
take em away
Into that land of hopeless dreams
Filling them with useless lies
Fueling the ambitions
beauty into the grave
dreams into realities
the freedom in their hearts
slowly melts into chains
for their soul
their dreams
their conciousness.
The song which burned in their hearts
The music of the land
Slowly fades away
Leaving behind nothing
But a residue which tomorrow
shall swallow away
where lies the roar?
where do flowers bloom?
The trees turn green
But the green is not real
Its blue and yellow and white
And tomorrow we shall realize
posted by amrit @ 4:38 AM
1 comments
1 Comments:
while you rhyme well and I am impressed with most of your writing. Your take on call centers, unfortunately doesn't agree with my opinion.
well, hoping that my opinion has more wisdom and you are still open to influences...: why condemn a source that provides for our nation's prosperity.
Prosperity allows for luxury of philosophy in the less willed. Which in turn will bring more people to the right cause (right cause being environment, right living and so on.)
Rgds,
Unslung
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