It was a very hot summer,
And people were almost dying in heat,
I was so much worried in my AC,
As, no one was liking my tweets.
Wars in the street was gone,
But all were left with embittered hearts,
My fridge was just empty from bear,
I had to send someone to shopping-mart.
The Price-rise and inflation were high
And their money didn't mattered anymore,
Sleeping, playing swash and driving
Were becoming my saddest chores.
No one was left to care for little men
Can’t they do that for themselves,
Even my lovely evening-parties were changing
As I was preferring wines better than the best.
The irony of the words is not lost to me
Neither the absolute absence of all justice,
I was now sleeping on hard cash as a mattress,
Those were dark days indeed,And I was doing my best.