When Gods left us bleeding........

We are the seekers of vicarious pleasures,
Living life in small measures..
Never empathized material load,
Cricket is our religion, sachin is our god..

Life is nothing but 22 yards,
World is round with lush green grass..
Willow sound music, brown leather sun,
Breath comes in numbers when gods run..

We are the seekers of vicarious pleasures,
Living life in small measures..
Today feeling so cheated,
Beliefs are shattered, dreams have bleeded..

Religion is enervating, gods took us for meal,
Shud have known, the figures in the clouds are not real..
You took out love for granted, u mocked our feelings,
Every beating of urs, left a million hearts bleeding..

Vicarious pleasures have become real blues..
languished zests have no clues..
our obsession has let us down,
but we never sought joys that can't be found..

You fight then you loose,
we'll give you no sentimental noose..
this bubble of choler is jus an ephemera,
u'll soon find everyone shouting again....hooo!!! haaaa!!! India!!!!