Displeasure From

O, dear poetess

Find divine access 

And assess

How have they lowered with a black face!

 

I have made it clear

Develop some fear

For committing a human crime here

And find comfort with the prayers

 

You have crossed all the limits

And waved the moral standards

You have sunk so below

And thus allowed the downfall 

 

Whenever there shall be a swing in sins favor

You shall find my displeasure

You shall always invite the wrath 

And face the unnatural deaths

 

I cause diseases

Human lives cease

They blame me and nature

It is the verdict of the creator 

 

Make no appeal

As you have acted unreal

Real blot on the name of humanity 

And hence the displeasure from an almighty