Oh! the heart where are you dwelling?
All the gardens in the state are badly smelling
Withered fortunes winning the times and all petals are duly falling
Is autumn the only season that reigns in bare family traditions
So crest fallen while tallying

All the strewn and bitten younger lips are streaming just blood
Reminding us some devilish act and deed administering in flood
A quake stronger than tsunami should have hit the land in thud
Making all the souls wet with poverty stricken bellies on stud

All green parks are beset with faded and evil glories
All bodies tender in age are bedecked with worn flowered stories
Warm, no not Warm but simmering hot winds fume in shivering towers
All minds and souls bartered to bodily favours in screaming showers

Do we see flavours spreading fine fragrance today or at least tomorrow on this land?
With all moving carcasses in living form strolling for getting bread
Lust passion infatuation you call all but not love on strand
We pray all the humans to behave not with cruel animals stand

All the hearts groan and bemoan and languish in distress without a sweet moon
All cool nights on this state transform like mid summer noon
let the praying souls or serving hearts reach and cleanse this pandemonium so soon
To bring all the feminine genders out of the sinking mud all around now far and wide strewn

(When I heard that cambodia is in distress of poverty driven sex trafficking)