They are ignorant and playing with fire
They have lost the way
They think them as procurator
And no hopes are there
They are falling into the
Bay.
The heart of them has become invasive
And burning today. They are jealous, crude
In the era of kali; they are feeling the
Negative in their
Way.
My heart and soul has become depressed
To think of these blind
The turbulent atmosphere overwhelmed
My soul and the
Mind.
The are terrible and very much violent
They are as wild as hyena.
Destruction is their passion and
Deterioration is their dream and
Destination.
Oh my lord, please lit their heart
With your glorious divinity.
They are empty in humanity;
I would like to beg to you
Please, please, please, start your kind
Activity.
Categories:
procurator, anxiety,
Form: Verse