Web of Criticism
Stop,stop O Criticism,
Stop abusing the humanism
Like a scorpion you sting
The love that binds humans in a ring.
O Criticism, brute as a whole
You have wrinkled the human soul
Having the piercing point of an augur
You have made crevices in the human vigour.
O Criticism you seek faults in others
And dare not find faults in yourself
Being a Legless abettor,moved heaven and earth
To put an end to human faith.
Criticism of public man's name
Make them aware of Public fame
No one is complete in this universe
Stop, stop O Criticism
Stop degrading the Humanism.