We have come across a world unseen,
People consume hatred and are mean.
We see, our love is lost for genitors;
We often blame omniscient creators.
We cannot agnize consequences of our sins;
We practice lethal means for small wins.
We consume luxury and let others drudge;
And in this chain, it became a grudge;
Relations are sour, no less than brittle;
Seems strong before we snivel.
We consider relations as burden;
Then call our nuclear family, 'pride of den'.
Anyway, Kali's era is equipped with mirrors;
It shows true faces of sinners.