And you are hell bent to clear their doubts
When the skies hold angry dark clouds few
Makes a fuss ,when every cloud counts
In adding to the quantum of water required
To gentle touch this world
Where chaos unfurls ,as if wrongly wired
And have heads with hair uncurled
Madam of Magical powers
Anger in mind curls
Why this much anguish I must face?
When only good I have done to retrace
Is it to bake an Humanitarian cake?
Where all must know each other better?