The man that much he used to
throw and waste
Has now not even
left over meal to digest.

Drinker who used to leave
the bottom of wine
Has now not even a drop
to reach his intestine.

A son who was tied
To mother with umbical cord
After he tied a knot
He calls his mother
An apple of discord.

The feet that were never
touched the ground
now being chased
on the road
even by any bloodhound.

Wife is auspicious and fairy
When one marries
She is now ill omen
As why not son
Daughter she carries.

The hands that always heave
To annihilate and bleed
Cheers on the tears
Of others and own misdeed
Are on head to wail and weep
To see a terrible death of his kid.

The leader who used to be
Amidst support and gather
Has today none before and after
After he lost his power
As it's all time's matter.