It’s Not My Home

Utter an utmost shriek my heart
So loud for the deaf world to hear
So it may ponder over the broken love
Carrying pain too hard to bear.

Tattered and shattered this world stands,
The love for mankind is a far cry.
O Clarion! Reverberate your rebellious roar,
That may insist any man to try.

Why this insipid world enjoys the profound sleep,
when some rascals ravish her chastity?
Why this withered world do not shed tears,
when some scoundrels debauch the humanity?
Why this unmoved world still lays in the stupor,
when some knaves knit masses in their cruelty?

Man talks of justice and peace
And flogs his wife with barbarity!
Is this savage civilization of the Earth
should be termed as the 'Reverend Humanity'?

Full of horror, full of terror,
Full of disgraceful bestiality.
If this world is filled with all these,
Sorry, It's not my home, dear humanity!


There's an immense need for a concealed revelation,
That should preach this dreary world,
The very lesson of devotion to women interests
And then the flag of serenity will be unfurled.


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The poet laments on the shameful state the entire mankind has reached