In the eyes that are planted to the people
Through the windows of the democracy
Views are not clear because of the water rushThrobbing by chest pain
Unaccountable for the death of the thief
who stole a handful of food at the call of hunger
They put their hands in the pocket of the stiff-necked one
A leap of the savage spirit singing spiritual rhythms
Love that hangs broken in the branches of acting
Fell down in the time of wind
Into the frying pan of grudge and moaningThe smell bursts the nostrils
Mother’s holy name on the seashore
head banging on the rocks
Poison in the umbilical cordTo the mouth of the child in the belly of the mother
Entrenched Relationships of Cheating
Thrives on the banks of sorrow
Red desires burnt in
to the kiss of raw flesh
Human gods are playing with ordinary human emotions
are making man like a fox
Gods engraved in black stoneare smelling of blood
Money weighs more than love
Brothers and sisters
Scattered in the forest of feuds
They stray and becomes a wanderer
Like the broken pots at Potter’s shed
When they destroyed the country with a perverted mind
After that when they enter the forest to clear the forest
Then wildlife is coming to the country
Beastly fighters for animals
Companions are tied to the pillar of amnesia
Compassion burns in the moral ashes
And (evil) honour killings settle the dunes
Without achieving anything at the end
of running to get something
Tomorrow we will turn into a handful of soil,Why don’t all think that?