While walking with the cross
Where duties & responsibilities intersect
Wearing the crown of pressure
Pinching like thorns
Pushed in traps to collapse again & again
Showered with words of abuses & blames
Hit with swords of selfishness & treachery
Whipped by hatred, anger & jealousy
Mocked in streets which were his fame
Locked in hearts of those who take his name
Again I see him in you ...
Walking for the end, pulling his cross
for welfare of those who blocked their thoughts
for narrow minds which cannot feel
for change that will really heal
