Zehni Ayyashi (ज़हनी अय्याशी)

This ain't a poem, cause no hero died, no girl cried. This ain't a poem, cause no one got hurt, nobody got curt. This ain't a poem, cause no one clapped n no one got trapped. This ain't a poem, cause    no one voted  n  nobody noticed. This ain't a poem, as no one blushed and not a single heart gushed. This ain't a poem, as you didn't say wow, and neither you questioned how. This ain't a poem, as it started, when we all were empty hearted.

Butterflies are dying and flowers are enjoying. Is this the magic of love.... Doves are crying and hawks are spying. Is this the tragedy of Jove... When a kingdom face bad time and throne feel insecure...  The light of the satan prevails, under evil souls.... The queen is dead, king is wounded and the prince is missing..... Oh! my lord can you interfere when the battle is almost at an end..... Will I fight or I surrender, only time can tell.... My fate is in your hands whether I will be seen in heaven or hell.... Now I am leaving but before I go, let me take last sip of my favorite wine... I don't want to be dead with a thirsty soul, my divine!.... Here I come, with all my weapons.... I know evil won't end,Whether I use gun, curse, sword or my blooded shell..... So let me say my last wish, in the name of my kin.... Long live the queen and long live my king..