Suffering a meltdown in front of dignity
To shoulder misery and all it's bad neighbours
And now coming back without turning harbours
To distinguish new mark for sick humanity

Amidst the bigotry that assembles to fronts
As a way of chasing demons to the wide ends
To guerillas of war that fishes evil trends
As civil means of peace without words spoken, not grunts

Imagine the mankind, without any torture
Living a peaceful life with echos of our brains
Trailing towards a term of the thunderous trains

Barrel up the tunnel to feed homeless venture
So that a single act doesn't become a pain
Life is worth the fun trails, even when there's no gain