Perfume Storm Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

Fearless king threatens to make a sudden throw,
Terror prevailing in the homelands' brow;
The souls in the heart of power today,
Devils in disturbed voice sustain to display;
Evil spirits continue to distribute gratuity in the terrain,
Almost dead in the rush of energy, Protests in vain;
There is no impediment, crime extinct in definition;
Smashed, trampled filthy society in seduction;
Twilight of a falling conscience descended on the horizon,
Spineless fellows are fugitive in the dominion;
Falcon is happy to suppress opposition,
The miraculous self-government is not without limitatio;
Be ready society, reigning destiny in desistance,
A great perfume storm is flowing at a distance.