Pain

When two and two will end in five
Math has learnt the ways of life

When all the talk of right and wrong
Are matters fit only to compose a song.

When honest soldiers bleed for dishonest kings
It hardly matters which side you are in

When all are playing the politics of shame
And the only winner is the game

When all that is lofty is made into farce
And the clown mimic the hero for laugh

when the only thing genuine and the only thing true
Is the pain inside both me and you.

sir bahut shukriya...aapki daad ke liye
aur mera saubhagya ki aapka aasheerwaad mujhe prapt hua

this is really good.