He sat at the extreme end of the highest balcony
Ready to flow excellently in the ocean of afterlife
It was brought to him; change of decision
What impact can a bloodless soul cause?
What good can a useless mortal cause?
Initiating positive change agents is impossible
It came again; the power to change decision
It was freely given; another chance to rethink
The Ocean of afterlife was ready to reject him
Doom!!! Landed with poverty to the ground
The land hates she smells the blood of the pure
The universe mourn the fall of a great one
Who will cater for the waiting ones?
Who will guide them to make it?
Who will diligently adhere to the voices of the mass?