They now love the dark black sky,

my question is why?why?why?

Their works are obnoxious now

Their idle mind wants to fly , fly, fly

They are mendacious and seditious

Their dreams are so high, high, high

They even can mortgage the LAND

leaving the numbers to cry, cry, cry

they are mesmerised with the wealth

They never ever feel any shy, shy, shy

but WE are not the fugitive ones

We should at least try, try, try

We have to quash their intellect

to protect the nation,

even if we have to die, die, die

To remove this doom, we have to boon

that from the vault, we have to exult

And,

Punishing these liers we have to bonfire then

But again a question ... when?when?when?

          .........SUPRIT SHARAN