Still I am sticking to bed
I still suffer pains
Those killers may not leave
Those who two years tortured us
Those who are just gangs
Knowing not but to kill
To kill joy of any present day
To look indigently when peace has to run
Over any purpose should keep in fun
Toward any emotion a man would stun
Those who are never kind
Saying we are Muslims but lie
Though bearded long but no wisdom
I fear they come again
And will go stealing our sun
That's indeed the fact to be just pun
Those who shout as crows' cries
To settle in earth as black trees
To cry, you are a human
Crying not, you are a devil