When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Naïveté asks, why me?
When wishes are whacked
The rats’ adept in a rat race
Buy the tickets from a shrink,
And board a train of mental stress,
Hurriedly in a wink.
you are now thinking to levy “Flush Tax”,
In future, you may tax even our earwax…
He alone struts with swagger fine,
To tame alike, humans and kine.
He breathes with us, with us he dines,
Oh! bloody thirsty soul breakers
Oh! manipulative nerve wreckers;
Playing with the beings like puppets,
Relishing their hearts in buffets.