Oh! Ayodhya what has happen’d to thee?
Thou were built with holy walls & bricks
People came from far-flung to see
But, now you art used to fire ricks

Thou wert a paradigm of peace
Full of temples & sages
Helped, fed everyone & each
And mothered them for ages

But, then the fluey wind flows the other way
People stab you in the heart cold
Sparin’ no child nor old
And kill everyone to seek the heavens doorway

Oh! Ayodhya what your children have done to you?
They’ve scarred & savaged, rumbled & ravaged
Made you nothin’ but a drab
As the blaze & bloodshed is not few

I pity you night & day
As your greenhorns fritter & fray
Why can’t they end this wicked slay
All they’ve done is to burn you in everyway