Beliefs, Trusts divided all over, Fear yet resides
Existence in ever question, Resolve undecided
It shall descend on our flourish, reign on our doom;
They’ve said it, they’ve said it again,
‘Whatever it is, Haunts’

Day and night; Spring and Autumn,
It haunts over the town, any town,
The ghost of heat and chaos:
That executes slow death and deterioration
Of us and around us

Bhondara ! Bhondara !
That none have seen, but feel it’s here…
Beliefs, Trusts divided all over, Fear yet resides
Bhondara has surfaced, hovering and
Heating up our town, any town,
The ghost of heat and chaos:
That dries down mere flaccid beings
Around us, in us.
Fractions feel it, Fractions skeptical
Fractions deny, Fractions angry, upset
All dwelling in varied stages of Sorrow
Beliefs,Trusts divided all over, Fear yet resides:
‘Whatever it is, Haunts’

Men of Money and Might migrate
Holding their futures and funds
To the towns with Bhondara, skeptic and just
Assuring the towners, ‘Ghosts ain’t real!’
No one aside from the towners shall feel
The sniff of Bhondara– vapours, heat waves & smog
Or so they thought, the Men of Money and Might;
They thought. They thought Ghosts weren’t real, until…
Until, more and more and more towners
Began feeling, believing in Bhondara
Beliefs, Trusts divided all over, Fear yet resides
The foundation for futures and funds
A Fruit to be ripening into a delicious smoothie….
Men of Money and Might are now feeling Bhondara
More so than any, assuring the towners,
‘Ghosts are real! Let us help you escape it
The Ghost of heat or something bad…
Whatever it is, Haunts’

Faith creates Impressions, Impressions create Faith.
The Wrecks and Ruins over the town, any town
Are all credited to Bhondara
The ghost of heat and chaos:
That melts down frosty giants,
Watering houses in, around us
Minions of Men of Money and Might rise
Teaching their chants to all the towners:
‘Bhondara Bad ! Bhondara Bad !’
Unknowing if that affects Bhondara
Unknowing if Bhondara is at all
Existence in ever question, Resolve undecided
Futile chants on a Futile Faith, or not
They’ve said it. They’ve always said it:
‘Whatever it is, Haunts’

Frosty Giant with frosty bites
The ghost of cold and stagnance:
That freezes up the globe by its poles
Restraining the movements of us, around us
Beliefs, Trusts divided all over, Fear yet resides
The Frosty Giant refuses to leave, let go
The towners dwelling in stagnance
As they yearn for a little movement, little chaos
A little happening that Bhondara delivers
As it melts down the Frosty Giant.
The towners throttled under the Frosty Giant
Welcome Bhondara with an embrace
Resisting the chants of the Minions
That scoffs at their plight of the Frosty Giant
Existence in ever question, Resolve undecided
Towners all over throttled by one or more
They’ve expressed it. They’ve tried to express:
‘Whatever it is, Haunts’

Blames fly across. Towners resolve others’ plights
In search of an immediate debug
For an immediate consequence, at an immediate town
Existence in ever question, Resolve undecided
Morals on display sans subtlety sans compassion
Men of Money and Might make millions
Minions resume the chants and scoffs
One or the other throttles the towners to termination
Beliefs, Trusts divided all over, Fear yet resides
Bhondara, Frosty Giant and the rest hover around
‘Whatever it is, Haunts’