abhimanyu kumar.s - THE KUMPA

I struck the board and cried,
No more! I will be in this paradise.
The paradise of Kumpa's and graves,
Having steady looks and shapes.

Those who have strained to build the nest,
The nest of Kumpa's from the west.
Melted their ideologies in the east,
Diminished the traditional laws in the east.

There was a special Kumpa in the east,
Influenced by west, accent of east.
Highly qualified but minor in grave,
Deeply bound to nasty western wave.

Ideology filled without knowledge,
Views killed the students knowledge.
Empowerment were the watch words,
Awake! Awake were the code words.

Disappointment resulted to Kumpa's,
Heavily insulted and crooked by tradition.
Ossify! Ossify! , await! await! ,
Were the final words of Kumpa's.

Speaking the truth is the divine world,
Speaking untruth is the world of death.
Leading a moral life is a heaven,
Leading Kumpa's life is not less than hell.

abhimanyu kumar.s

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