The different headlines in news
Makes me never to catch a muse.
What evil can humans not use
Just because Nature; our kind host,
Gives every man a time to toast
And the stomach to eat a roast.
Speaking from an unwise brain
It is same principles of rain –
Snow, sleet, mist and also hail
That governs man in steps to wealth.
Yet you have guts to body part
You never and can never create.
Hey! you takers of human breathe
How could you end promising paths
For riches, culture and other events….
May your days on earth be cut short
When you die, may the worms of earth
Tear you in bits by bits, such that
At your lifeless form, you shall feel
Every bit of pain; as it peels
You apart, and may your souls melt
In the heats of ten million suns
Multiplied by the grains of hairs
Of each life you took here on earth.