It is a promise, less than a truth;
It is a year, less than a moment.
Abruptly goes away, takes away few possibilities;
Needs are crying, content is the one –
Who knows words for only words.
Hypocrite chants carol of sceptre,
It is a promise, less than a truth;
It is a year, less than a moment.
Netizens know netiquette,
Social laws are inane.
How do I look for a confrontation with you?
When religion is much discussed in legislature than in fane.
Though you impugn, not benumb my pen;
It is a promise, less than a truth;
It is a year, less than a moment.
