Soul burning with the action of outer world,
None of the prayers remains unheard,
They say blaming game cannot be win,
No one can leave this cycle without paying the sin.
Each tear poured has a value which will be counted,
And the prayers done by the soul are collected and mounted,
Once they are done, a volcano will erupt,
To take away the bad through the abrupt.
No good deeds go unnoticed,
And even the prayers that are devoted,
Many of us don’t understand the game of God,
As we have been covering our eyes with the blindfold.