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.
You say, grief abode with you,
cries, blames day and night, thought as piteous than none others,
always crippled, live in excuses and adjure for boost in front of divine mothers;
unknown to themselves that they are hidden offenders for the state caused,
raise to the truth, mortal, existence is not just up to you, so be paused;
peek out in the world apart you, millions are more grievous than your words,
just once be their part, you’ll learn to be the happiest and fortunate among the herds…..