Rivers are losing innocence devouring monarch’s lands,
Fishes blaming its selfishness, saying hands grabbing the hands!
Rain mocks the shelling saying death hunting the death.
The sky feels the shy, is everything racing for a mad math?

A dream hands me a review
As I read the statement, monarch summoned the masses.
The drum beats and the royalist leads
King chooses only one line, hands a decree to the announcer.
He continues-
Rivers will be banished as it devours kings’ lands
Rains must be stopped as it ignores the shell hands
People to allow all as the internal matters!

End of the dream
I found a soulless sun mocking smile in-outside,
Out of regular doors, I observe deaths are walking,
They are in numbers, passing the numbers,
Deaths are walking, walking beside!

The poet is with the Daily Observer