He had assessed it as per his time,
It might be so during his very age;
Centuries have fast passed so far,
The sun too has changed its blaze.
Now the slaves are not being sold,
In the underworld's dingy cage;
They are being marketed on-line,
And are allured with ritzy package.
Now the life has got a melodrama,
We are players without any glaze;
The old stage is now a bout ring,
The world gloats over its evil gaze.
