A battle was fought,
Against powerful despot,
The young worriers,
Full of  valorous and power.

A dexterous leader was a lack,
They thought battles were fought,
With merely robust six pack,
Big boasts and corporal might.

They  lack dedication and devotion,
The despot was cleaver and also they,
All were full of tricks and solutions,
But revolutionaries lost one day.

Minsters, officers, system consisted of,
Power immense, unity unbroken had,
With Contractors, they not aware of.
They were lost and faced luck hard.

A puppy had a mouse in its mouth,  

The mouse was wrestling for a breath,  

Puppy had no compassion for mouse,  

Puppy knew only one thing that is hunger,  

Mouse was disparate to have a breath,  

A combat was there between hunger,

And a breath, what was choaked by hunger,  

Puppy like a hunger heartless and callous,  

Mouse like a breath tender and helpless.

It is my duty to ask for sorry,
For the behaviour other hurt,
As, I have a palpitating heart,
Under the bones of my chest,

It is my duty to say sorry,
To all whose heart bleeding
As I hurt, and at me gazing,
Impropriate harass saying.

It is my duty to say sorry,
For giving wounds so deep,
For the eyes forced to weep,
Filth of my heart to sweep,

cuckoo songs echoes
mangoes fill with nectar
nature's taste unfolds

Oh! the great gravedance,
Let me pay heartiest thanks,

To send me message through,
Beauty,  the uniqueness of you,

Behind the pure jewel like eyes,
You through the lips like rose,

In words dipped in pure nectar,
In all, you are only as an actor,

You  help me through the beauty,
To recover me from fatigue of duty,