Tolerance of Tormenters

Hurled headlong in hell,what might be their crime

Silence to situation a slumber sweet of sanity.

A stupor prevails among jewels of Nation’s prime,

While sensitive to others sufferings are out in streets for humanity.

Raising a voice as cowards cramp behind windows like grime,

We have become lesser human with utter vanity.

A countdown it seems to be , the End of Time.

Standing at an edge of doom ,yet unaware of severity.

Silence make us stand partner to oppressor’s mime.

Let us revive lost glory and courage of our ancestry.