My life has always been a constant struggle,
Even my birth cry sounded like a war bugle!
All through, it has been a struggle for truth and justice,
An opportunity to be honest, I didn't want to miss.
This world is fraught with people, dishonest and treacherous,
It has no dearth of people, insincere and lecherous.
There are people who are negligent and reckless,
People who adorn superficiality and falsity as a necklace.
Umpteen are they who thrive on exploitation,
Who follow the sinister path, even with the sense of ration.
It's unfortunate that we have to live amidst such people,
In Kaliyuga, they have become a staple.
Fighting against such people, half my life is lost,
But it is a battle well worth my life's cost.
