Whilst thus I sing the lord of seas,
I often hear the cries for pleas.
Life goes on with peoples burnt,
While disaster sees with pride and grunt.
Riots and murders from the moment i woke,
While the power hungry folks poke and joke.
Upon the mountains a man scurries off,
Wishing that his life makes it off
Safe to his home to make to his children,
So that he could wipe off his burden.
Oh God I knew not what I could do,
But with all my might I ask to you,
To shower your blessings so that evils may go,
To the place that is unknown to you.
