For him, his pleasure is good,
Who dies ,he never care
He understand good or bad
But never calculate their share
(181)
The more so come here,
The intensity increases
Bad is a problem for all,
But who dares to decrease
182
His owns are seen here,
All they wait for the battle,
The win shall crown him,
He has much of the mettle
183
Why to worry ,and shed tears,
Win shall come his way,
So sure of his victory,
Openly he declare and say
184
So bewildered and confused am I,
My question is simple and plain,
What could I do now ?
O! God, You please explain
185
Archna Raj
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