Vibration is high,

unable to escape,

unprecedentedly sigh,

like a ripen grape.

Fully bloomed flower,

in the leafless autumn,

like a refreshing shower,

in the drought forgotten.

Clouds are many,

filling their plate,

unwilling to spend penny,

for their country's fate.

Then they enquire,

about missing content,

their motive dire,

is their life's dent!