The sky is very murky today, So also the night, the mind; Not of mine alone; that of All residents of earth an' heaven See the stars, they are hesitant To twinkle, the poor traveler Is misguided to the doom; The trash has masked the moon The dark picture reflects the dirty Political social an' cultural scenario No Rama, Krishna, Jesus as the Saviour; The thunderous clouds perambulating See the lightning of the electric sword; Ear the growling electronic missile; Me the humane longing to thrive; You the greedy are loading the cannon My reminiscence of the Kurukshetra- Where the disastrous war was fought; The epic war between brothers, friends, An' relatives for the throne an' crown Ringing the great Treta-Dwapara story; Winging the warplanes, darkening sky; O mom, your green apparel, is it reddening? Would you be the Mars, withered an' barren?