fantasy without meaning...
hurts without healing.....
love without feeling....
and then they call it life....

bonds without trust..
relations with rust...
eyes full of lust...
and then they call it life....

rules without a game...
child without a name...
all evils gets the fame...
and then they call it life....

silence which is loud...
those wrongs are proud...
when we often walk alone in crowd...
and then they call it life....

when rape is considered as love making...
when she takes cocaine for heart aching...
abortions, cut the cake which is baking...
and then they call it life.....

When money owe the power...
There no water to drink, forget the shower...
Vase is full of plastic and no flower...
And then they call it life....
And they call me cruel.....