Living with Error

We are used to,
Wondering without motto,
Moving on footpath,
Travelling in bus or auto.

We are used to,
Gossips, on endless topics.
Talking irrelevant things ,
Joining antartica to tropics.

We are used to,
Behave as we like,
Doing work sometimes,
Or going on strikes.

We are used to,
Quarrels on petty matters,
Shaking hands with wrong persons,
Ultimately leading in disasters.
We are used to ,
Believe magic, that doesn’t exist
And crying at end of the day,
With ache of betrayal that forever persists.