Night and the Morning,
always I am wishing ,
When would the lights on?
When would I move on?
This makes me go worse, birth place ; death place sinks in darkness!
There would be one chance to blow,                                                              
Even to make the nights to glow,
But only when I step out ,                                                                                      
Now the people shout,
although a nerveless trout,
We are no more a country brute ,
We know the impudent crook,
who ***** up all our energy ,
who works without dignity.
We lack in unity ,
Well there is more diversity ,
WE ALWAYS  KNOW  EACH OTHER :Nothing more to point on some other .    
This makes me worse ,Only one thing to point that's our leaders.