A perpetual rocker Life unquestioningly is As she continuously moves All positioned on her rough Hard-board seat to and fro In a relaxed ambiance Of her unending regular monotonous Rides and often casts down the unloved And unfocused from her exalted rocky Rocking seat with impunity and contempt Deeply mired in a mountainous dung In a nauseating stinking sty And adorns them forcibly with repulsive Stench that scares stiff those who have Once in her marooned valley abode
And ceaselessly she beams Her floodlight on the path of her Loved and favoured few To uplift, honour and glorify But innumerable others she keeps On pain-strewn alley or hole Of more darkness than light Visiting like an unprotected charity worker Stealthily distributing valued handouts At a remote refugee camp intermittently Pillaged by hungry by blood-thirsty rebels.