You appeared
Like the miscreants,
To loot
To shoot.
And we know not
How to launch manhunt,
And we know not
How we are burning out.
But we sustained injuries,
And nothing discovered
After so much queries.
Saying this and saying that
Hither and thither we are running,
In hands, true, nothing, nothing.
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