Tears  there are none, dried they have; to cry I am unable.

My heart saddened deeply is, feels let down and very miserable.

My efforts to preserve the environment,  to grow trees are in wane.

Perhaps, that's why, I am behaving in a manner truly insane.

Crying out your heart to God and blaming Him is not an act sane.

Requested You, I had with all my heart, to save my corner green.

Chopped them off ruthlessly they were, by the builder mean.

Wonder I at times, do You really exist; why do You let evil win ?

Filled with sorrow I am, and put off by this frustration.

Perhaps it's only You, I can cry my heart out to; sorry for this reaction.

Now in the MMRCL case, do not let us down. Protect our Padshahs from evil.

Oh Lord, prove Your existence, must not, in any case, win the devil.

Helpless I feel, this in words, I cannot express.

Nor can I, in anyway, my frustration and anger supress.

Armin Dutia Motashaw