We are not always right….
Not every time we are the King,
sometimes even create a fuss as we sing;
Remember even the leaf would dance on thy will,
then who are we, intruding the nature’s skill,
the eerie tornados of inhuman morality,
killing the every truth with its brutality;
Everywhere brume of bloodless notions are furled,
enervated this powerful creation as drab world.