When the world of desires boom,

Something happens and it feels like doom,

The pomp and show brightens the path of king,

Yet the scorn is painful even in breezing spring,

As the true power and sanguine forces play,

devils are obvious liberticide preys,

Bursts the face with laughter,

Following one who claimed once to look after,

Like cricket condemns to shut in nights,

Such claimers deplore others to allow flights.