Dying Humanity

Seeking their love day and night, She is wailing on her plight, Knocking about door to door, She will find love no more, Noone shows a bit of care, Love has become a nightmare, The whim of love has made her so, Everyone has turned her foe, Many wounds that she has gained, Her visage looks so blood stained, The wounds of bonds and pain of love, Has made her crying and wingless dove, She can't soar in the sky of hope, Their callous wish will make her elope, She is lying on the bed of ground, Bitten by the dangerous hound, The hound of bribe and massive greed, Devoid of religion, faith and creed, One day she will be killed by him, She will get the due of her whim, People will never see her again, She will leave trouble and pain. So I pray to thee all, Save the bird from heavenly call.