Hope

The aatamnirbhar jungle with all it’s perks and deficits

Tramples into dismay , chaos and scrutiny

Hovering a shadow of death , pain and misery

Shocked by ferocity and horror of this grotesque virus

There’s some array of positivity

The birds , Mammals , Insects , Snakes , Squirrels swear allegiance and unity

But it’s the queen Lioness that’s on the hunting streak

The delusional animals voted her for being veg

It’s not the bigotry and injustice that offends me anymore

But the audacity to defend it

The Vishwaguru fiasco crumbled upon its knees

But it’s the innocent deer that suffers

A meet was called by the birds under the old Banayan tree

Decided to raise their concern to the snollygoster mendacious King

The Lion listened their problems graciously

And roared

It’s the system that’s on rampage

The coward Nincompoop birds started whining about system

The deer feel helpless

The question is ,

Who will heal the dystopian land

Times change , so the serenity

, we’ll make it to the light