The police station is still, with breaths holding a scare.
Raghav holds a gun, nobody seems to dare.

The guns point at him, he doesn't care.
His eyes shoot fury, because justice lost its fair.

With one bullet hit, Raghav's hand loses the gun.
He charges towards the officers.
They are many, and he is only one.

He resists their force, but their force is too strong.
He is just a leaf, facing a thunder-crushing storm.

Ashis enjoys the night, in the jungle behind his school.
His friends give him warm feelings, they are his heart cover made of wool.

The warm smell of death, gives Ashis life.
He knows they are dead bodies, but they are more than alive.

It's like a childhood birthday party, his face shines like a new coin.
Friends make him really happy, he wants more friends to join.