North is bleeding and crying in anguish
Many were massacred Incessantly
They hustled painstakingly and sowed the seeds, yet they couldn't harvest

Even the grasses weeped like a torrential rain in the month of August
They were Incapable leaving witness
Flapping and seeing the brutality and fatality

The lion army with a fragile heart full of rotten ideas
Remains like an Indian idol fixed in the temple of maharashtra
Craving for daily ransom of coconuts and lavish milk
For having been forgotten his godly task

The lion army deserves to abdicate his army throne
for incompetence has torn him down
There is no convincing alibi seemingly
Sadly, weapons turned thier back to depend the sowers

Strange thoughts harboured in the minds of lively sowers
As to what extent would killing be in full stop?
What is the essence of animations?
Where are the keys of the land?
What is their assigned task?
Are they really humans with blood circulating in their pipes?
Why are they mute, blind and deaf?
Why is it sympathy in disguise ?
What are the vows for?
Whys are humongous that they can't answer
Nor prove thier competence, but in God we trust!

God never sleep!
the mouth that took words to secure
his cretures would surely account for their deeds!