Across the world, from shore to shore,
He flirts and pretends to be a nobleman;
The manly wisdom is covered in mist.

He pours out cash for the needy,
By closing his eyes so firm.
Though he likes to give the best,
He is living so meekly in his dreams
In a fantasy world.

The cheater hiding inside him,
Slowly pulled his head up like a tortoise.
With his crooked words and ideas,
He ploughs the soil,
Thus, he sustains and feeds his family.

Poor fellow loves his family,
But leads them in a pathetic way
Than an evil-eyed prostitute.
It thrashes the dreams and thoughts
Even the younger generation is with him.

The secret weepings and loud cries
Sticks like glue to his family.
A change must rise, a dawn so bright,
To let the lotus bloom in light,
And float in pride.

The man is sometimes a Hitler,
As he craves to hear the news of failures.
He laughs and enjoys hearing this news—
The great fall of the century.

When he sees joy around him,
His heart erupts in bitter blame.
With venom’s tongue, he spits and jeers,
Till harmony dissolves in tears.
The society moves up and down
With deadly waves in a half-wrecked yacht;
For heroes rise with empty breath,
Their words alone can summon death.

Yet hope still clings with tender hands,
Where beauty blooms in barren lands.
A touch so soft, a love so true,
Can heal the wounds;
Happiness is blown away and away.

Though the yacht is wrecked,
And the waves are deadly and high.
A hope is still making the transgender
Look so beautiful with blushy cheeks
To gain a soft touch with a warm kiss
On the cheeks that mourn for some love.

The charity lover, dry and torn,
Yearns to feel the love.
Yet all he reaps is a flood,
A Ganga choked in tainted mud.