Lions have their own share
As their purpose is ultimate
Claims to endorse get nervous attitudes
When golds shine in eyes
You are inclined to shatter
With grim countenance
With no power of insurrection
That simply grows in the mind
Can you look inside
While you trust on illusions
You can never contend
The terrible atmosphere
On desperate injustice
You smile in the dark room
We do not need
And we never needed
Settled community
Where cosmopolitan intellectuals
Are asked to demonstrate valid efforts
To achieve combination of racial thinking
This can be a gratuitous insult
To the history of mankind
Where you need to educate your grandfathers
And your guru admits you
Without any reward.
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