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.

The sun was set behind the darkness of clouds,
The tired farmers were napped on bad of leaves,
Thundering and lightening, encircled all horizon,
All valleys were covered by darkness of clouds,
The black devil clouds loaded with white bullets,
They started to fire on crops of wheat and tomatoes,
Tender plants broken into pieces, the grain of wheat
laid on the land, all crops are destroyed and hopes,
Farmers run and saw all around black hound clouds,
From the sky hailing white hails on crops all around,
They were very sad their hopes were weathered,
They cried! Where are Gods?
Where are prayers ?

Who killed human more in the world,
Who killed human more on the land,
The pandemic, the wars, the nature,
Who is biggest destroyer on the land.

Dictators irrigated land with blood manure,
for the blood massacre was a frolic play.
Street dogs, jackals enjoyed along vulture.

Pandemic played with human cat and mouse,
Villages to villages, all villagers  eaten,
The Streets were haunted  and all house.

The land, the water and the mountain,
All made the villages and cities barren,
Human faced everyday nature's disdain.

But human killed more human and more,
In the name religion, in the name of nation,
In the battles, in the courts and in the war.

A little girls,
Hiding back of her mother,
I saw a fear in those,
Eyes from unknown world,
She has to face one day,
The world where human values,
Are coming to an end day by day,
The world of power,
And her innocence,
The hunger for money,
The corruption eating earth,
And her delicate feelings,
Who will carefore,
Democracies,
A biggest joke I hear,
The innocence is fatal here,
Innocence is searched
And hunted for pleasure,

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

Am I a seed of grain,
Or am I whim of brain,
Am I materialistic pain,
Or am I for spiritual gain,  
Am I sprout of seed grain,
propagating in the  rain,
Am I  wound of endless pain,
Or I am a leaders capitalists fan,
Am I a ceaseless source of disdain,
Am I traveler forgot his last refrain.

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,

Corruption is now so powerful,
That honesty may do it salute,
Corruption is now so powerful,
That it can prove itself innocent,
The honesty is maid in the house,
of the corruption, those who were,
Once called protectors of truth,
Now victim of pandemic of,
Corruption, the hope is being,
Eaten by the despair, life of common,
Man is to serve Very important person,
Corruption's black dense shadow,
Casting upon the tender buds of
The wishes of lay man, He is only,
Born to pay installments and to keep,
Checks upon the dreams to be sprout,
To go and meet bureaucrats is tougher,  
Than to meet gods, Gradually, the earth,
Is turning into marsh land of corruptions,  
The hood of the corruption is hissing,
The poison in air,  water and adulterating,
Food, A layer of corruption laying upon,
The beauty of universe.

Corruption is now so powerful
Corruption is now so powerful,
That honesty may do it salute,
Corruption is now so powerful,
That it can prove itself innocent,
The honesty is maid in the house,
of the corruption, those who were,
Once called protectors of truth,
Now victim of pandemic of,
Corruption, the hope is being,
Eaten by the despair, life of common,
Man is to serve Very important person,
Corruption's black dense shadow,
Casting upon the tender buds of
The wishes of lay man, He is only,
Born to pay installments and to keep,
Checks upon the dreams to be sprout,
To go and meet bureaucrats is tougher,  
Than to meet gods, Gradually, the earth,
Is turning into marsh land of corruptions,  
The hood of the corruption is hissing,
The poison in air,  water and adulterating,
Food, A layer of corruption laying upon,
The beauty of universe.

If a body is tied with chains,
Surely, one day it may be free.
The dictators know this,
So they devised books,
And bound the innocent
Within their minds, with words.
For words are tools that can bind
Every nerve of the mind from within,
And later, the body.
Surely, such a body may never be free.

River is running to meet sea,
mountain for touching sky,
bee for taking honey
Birds are flying high.

snail on the leave of tomatoes
******* flower glaring butter fly,
numberless cricket coming far off
burning and one by one die.

green fields full of crops,
canal dancing near by,
jumping monkeys in the water
paddy fields, hovering on dragonfly,

melodious songs of shepherded,
bleating of sheep grazing nearby,
burning fire sitting around,
touching rosy lips tea and pie,