My King Poem by Gajanan Mishra

My king is taking away everything
That are with me,
And in my country, see,
The poor men are in pride.
The saints are busy is sex
And they are hoping luxury the best.
The priest class is not taking truth as
The means of living and harassing the pilgrims,
I am living at this time
With my friends and members who are in duplicity.
The daily laborers are not
Getting proper wages here at this time.
All evils are here as illiterate
Advisers are with the king.