Black Violence...

Crawling dark,
At Dusk,
Blacks walk,
Towards the entrance,
Of the Kurukshetra,

Paying the Paise,
Entering the Gates,
Dhua!!
Dhua!!
In the air,
Some of Hashish,
While some of modern Bidi's

Reincarnated,
Sitars,
Tabla,
Dholak,
Get banged by great,
Masters,
The blacks,
Watching them
Get,
The Great Kali,
unto their souls.

Suddenly,
These Souls,
raising violently,
turning Deathly.

Maut !!
Maut !!
Maut !!
Maut !!

Kammez,
torn with ease,

When all comes to an end,
Pichwadas just bend,
To peace.