Lords turned into frauds
MadanMohan Tarun
Volcanoes erupt,
When lords turn into frauds.
When we came to know
Whom we worshipped,
Were ghosts, not gods.
When chairs of authorities
Are occupied by criminals.
Volcanoes erupt,
When guards of the warehouses
Turn into rats
Who care nothing
But gathering fats.
When their number keep on increasing
When they turn into source of maximum breeding
When nothing is left for others
But empty holes and holes and holes everywhere.
When they could not play cricket with their bats
They played their games in Indian and overseas banks.
They made their figures high and hulk
Turning their makers into sullage and sulk.
Now thousands and thousands are coming out
Even from the insignificant holes, you never thought of.
They are all volcanoes in the course of eruption
They are all fountains of fire
And
Have just started moving from the mountains of frustration
Crossing their choked voices
On the land turned into your fraud and criminal vices.
The Day of Judgment has finally arrived
To decide your fate
You are left with no way to escape.
