What s this life void of  zeal
                           We have no heart to anneal and congeal
                                 No wish to abdicate the evil
                                   And remain as long as devil
                            No courage to stop when evil we pass
                        Where culprits hide their knifes in the grass
                               No eyes to see in broad day light
                               Societies full of like lights at night
                               No light to illuminate the dark  
                               Where might gets the right
                               No string to turn them right
                     And watch their feet,how can they alight
                            No spark to kindle them at night
                         Where they don't have any back light
                            A poor life this is , void of zeal
                     We have no heart to anneal and congeal

CAMEL                                                            ­  
      Camel a mammal                          Supreme of other animal
      Walks with chest out                No fear through out
     Head up like filled up              Zeal with no give up
     Looks up at front                     With no tension of current
       Never gives up at all               At one's back and call
    Bears the consequences           Great sign of adherence
    Never fear from it                  Filled up with animal spirit
   Faces every thing bit by bit     Not like a chicken ****
  Has no spot at any angle           Just like an ardent angel
  Powers like an electric eel        Morals like as stainless steel
                                  Camel is a mammal
                                   Just like creme caramel

Thirst Of Lust
  May I slake thirst of your lust
  which I think should be done at first  
I am the one whose obedience is must
In my action I am the abruptest
Some may not and some may adjust
Some may fall some may not in my crust
Soul is the best friend amungst
Who will take the risk to be analyst
I am the tyrant the most angriest
Neither any one can detect nor arrest
Some may think me the best
But indeed I am the worst
Dont delay in my orders you ablest
Because in my action I am the busiest
I neither believe in communist nor atheist
All are under my wrist
There is no September no august
There is no need to suggest
I am the center of lust                                                             ­                                   
Ranking first in evil contest.

Tyrant   Soul                                                                                                        
        How will you lament ; my soul
        When you know it's my own foul
        How  long  will  i   cry
       Where  no   one   can  decry
       You  are  the teacher of my life
       Warned out my body by your knife
        My  heart   my  monarch
        But  now   just  as  parch
       My patience my confidante
       But now just non obstinate
       I forsook my glory
       Only you remained accusatory
      For you have burdened me with love
     Which i can not bear with out tear
     You my soul ; rejoice in afterlife
      But my body suffers before it even arrives
     You rise towards heights,attracted by heavens
     But this body plummets down by the gravity ravens
     You my soul ; rich with your wisdom
     But this body destitute by it's degree of freedom
    You proceed in the silence of night to beloved
    And this body remains martyr of well loved
                  Have mercy my soul
                   It's my own foul