An Evening of December

That day, power-greed sparkled, in his vision like a festive crescent and all the anticipations of the inhabitants missed their trail, in the gloom of the night That was the day, akin to his first step towards the authority That day, the crocodile of the voracity to lead was belching… in the moving lake of his spirit That day, ominous crescent, being sting was aching, like the stern dagger wound in the eyes of poverty of the motherland… That day, a gloomy battle opened its’ eyes in the lap of the homeland. That evening of December walked-off vanished in the womb of the history… perpetually, sewing the stars of darkness of centuries, with the hem of the universe That power-chair now, is lying in the backyard of his abode, being a source of relish for the words of his libidinous, dissolute and penurious - compassionate companions & today, the intellect of the whole realm, lies in the feet of deprivation