1. Indian Society
Dear people of Indian society,
Enemies of peace, propagators of depression and anxiety.
You are manipulator, murderer, killer.
You kill our dreams year after year.
No, really, don't you feel slightest bit of shame?
Expecting medals in Olympic game!
When you yourself are the one,
Who wants to see only an engineer in your son.
That badminton gold could have been in his name.
If he had not been forced to only solve math problems.
You disregard our dreams to fulfill yours.
You defile our heart, which was once pure.
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