Monster Demon Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

Not a passenger bus but a lethal weapon,
Not an engine but a monster demon,
Not a carriage but a destroyer matron,
Powerful tools to kill a patron.

Machines run on the highway as brayer,
Under the direction of a slayer,
In the style of slaughtering in layer,
In the position of constant prayer.

Chariot riders murder in the blink of an eye, with great obsession
Who will take away the life in first session,
The competition is constantly going on in the highway station;
The body is lying in vain, lifeless in the Red Sea lane,
Sabina can't return home, Martyr's Minaret sleep in the dome,
The justice sitting in the chair, waiting for the soul to come as player.