"White Incense of innocence burning On city streets, As burns the midday Sun. Streets, where the emperor's  clothes fell off Long ago. Amidst the dust it rests, As falls on it an approaching twilight. The lull finally broken And the storm beyond the horizon, Appears nearer than before. It's not new to have seen Changed faces in the palace. Join your palms before the soul, That is not resting in peace. Not until it is been served its due - Justice! ©Kaushik Ghosh"