- Meghraj Oli
My Lord,
Nervous leader never retired
Ethics is in pity- state in cry,
Nerves never realized-
Crown is chained with a desire.
My Lord,
Leaders shouted West is best
Some swear right is best -Some left,
Section and section – we divide
Futile is all – at in the present.
My Lord,
My comrade turned to be wrong
Me was forced to dress- carry a gun,
Command was pain though I sign
Crown is cozy- remain Shinning.
My Lord,
Crown is in city , manager dazzled
Jungle is dark – doom- full with death,
Me was there – fear every where,
City with Crown became yours
Crown is cozy – is in your hands.
My Lord,
State is in coma since decades
City with flame- with dead souls
Suspend of insight – with full intends
City remain with dead dreams
Crown is cozy – is in Your hands.
My Lord,
Soul rejects to body- self is lost
So unhandy leader they became,
All went in vain- only scarce remain
Crown moves right and left
Crown moves left and right.
My Lord,
Tide has raised,
A common stands without command
AWAKEN – AWARE – and ALIVE.
To alter,
Belief is BELL
BELL is Belief.
So is my plight
My Lord
So is my plight.
