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Steven Kumar was once a cheerful man in this dour and sober age.
He was different from most of the folk whose life were earnest, full of purpose and enjoyment were beside the point.
One the train when everyone else clacked at palmtops & listened to self-improvement as nobody talked,
Steven Kumar used to listen to the songs on Radio, tell jokes & struck conversation.
In a dour and sober age, Steven Kumar was a brief, bright light;
for everyone considered Steve Kumar was high on Life.

But all good things must come to an end
Evil Narcs came for Steven Kumar they couldn’t take anymore of his high-octane life.
People gossiped about it, questioned was he really high,
The Doctors looked and questioned him like he was an Addict Scum.
Steven Kumar said he never used drugs, not nictoine, not alcohol or caffiene .. not even a sip of wine.
The Doctors said you are high all time, as they tested him for all the addiction

After all the test doctor concluded its not drugs, he had an addiction of different kind.
Steven Kumar blinks and said he is just a cheerful sort of guy & thats no crime.
Narcs still thought an opiate is an opiate and he is not behaving like a regular folk.
They believed that he was sick and he definitely need to be cured.

Now Steven Kumar is a man like any other, in this dour and sober age.
He rises every morning, drinks decaffeinated coffee, ride soberly to the station.
Steven Kumar sings no longer, neither he crack any jokes, he works on his palmtop on the way back home.
People still gossip about the day the Narcs dragged him away,
But now society says he is clean and is high no more.

One more addict has been reclaimed for society, one more victory won by this eternal darkness gulping our new world.