In the world of forbidden fruits,
Can we hunt a jack
Prince souls galloping brute,
Filled the smiles in a sack
Swimming lives in retreating flows,
How these flapping ones
Run in turns of brook and grow,
To dream the bells of trance.
You hunt a one, in benevolent smile,
How can a sarcasm feel
A way you garnish each of a mile,
Its so a treacherous deal.
Poor ones decorate all their ways,
Simple way of life
Human greed from age old days,
How sharp can be the knife
You too hunt thats weak in eyes,
Fear will keep the rest
Women are so in prey of lies,
You have failed the test
You mistaken souls of greed,
Feel not they are weak
Lest they burn down all thy deeds,
Empower all that's meek
Hunting if at all is need,
Hunt those distant goals.
Hunt not in the grips of greed,
Worthy be thy souls.
Feel not weak stones break apart,
Amidst thy waves of Hunt.
Breaking is a choice of humble heart,
To fill thy esurient want.
#Hunt
