How bitter, to be in a careless world,

Where no-one appreciates any

Where no-one cares about your outcome

Where no-one praise

Where well-done is missing

Such world seems here!

Wanting to receive well-done

But rather cold silence

Not even asking to know

Not even cares if you make it

Bright achievements and successes

Awards, certificates, diplomas, and merits

All gone without applause

Without one appreciating

As if nothing has been achieved or done

Keeping the zeal and forging ahead

As if a new dawn is come

As if change will turn-in

But yet not from any, not even one

Who cares! Who cares!

But some cares!

Out there, they care

Calling, mailing and hailing

Saying well-done loudly

Clapping and standing for the champion

What a place, a careless place

What a mind, occupied mind

What a friend, selfish friend

Yet this have I known

Those outsiders better insiders