At sea shore , sea is brailing ... ,
For every move ,the wind is trailing .
Flocks of people ,are mentally ailing ,
Queuing up for worship on a railing .
Trust the Trust , Trustee is selling ,
Within the premises , GOD is dwelling .
Along passing of time ,belief is swelling ,
Great pomp & show ,whistles & belling .
Outside the premises , poorest is falling ,
Believe it or not , everybody is telling .
People can create heaven, why this helling ,
GOD in every heart , cry the yelling ...