Leave All Hunts

Worry not The battle shall be fought In streets for food The bread shall be snatched from neighborhood The sources shall be scarce Men shall be tired of curse Human being may drive desperately They will not be able to maintain separately The world is after pleasure But not for peace treasure They will have no peace And life shall be not at ease Even dogs may feel better As someone will make food offer But to human being no one He will be knocking door of everyone They will need blessing And that shall be missing God shall also not consider And send any reminder So leave all worldly hunts And fear about future brunt Keep right turn to happiness With smile on face