Perpetual Settlement Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

Life is fugitive, blusterous,
Game is being played all around, impetuous,
Enchanted fear floating in the Ganges, its' obvious,
Yet the power must be a perpetual gust, thunderous,
Inside the vermilion, there is a flash of energy surplus,
Power immortal, serious.

Money-wealth-respect, sitting in a furious cyclonic eye,
There is no right or wrong in the dye, No rule of law in the neigh,
We want to do the welfare of the people in the sigh,
Good words always fly,
People are ignorant, stupid pie, In this gap, the leaders lie.
Intellects are just scurrying around the tie,
Let the power become a perpetual glow in the sky,
In the realm of consciousness, a great drum in everlasting ply.