i am your subordinate
you are an indiscipline and a fool.
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No one can stop this to turn into being a poem
As you know no sea refuses a riverAnd no river is found without banksSo poems are written upon the pangsAnd songs are sung for happiness and delightBut when I begin nothing I get rightSo i change the theme from light to darkNow the audience say it is really up to the markBut i slowly enter…
I had an eloquent flow
I could blowBut when I cameTo pen you offThat would not become a qualityThat could not lift my poemFrom the average lineTo the line of extraordinaryI started to useFigure of speechLike simile and metaphorThis is like thatThat is like thisStill my poems remain very poorI turned to tell storyThey became good themeBut never become good…
My eyes are red and mind is indignant
You need not to bother them at allIt is true that I am angry and vexedAnd that is not with any one of youBut i am enraged and infuriated with myselfTo lead a life and just to sustainI need to go down and to such a lowFrom taking bribery to telling liesDoing conspiracy and spreading…
A great grey haired sage
In the deep dark of the caveAll day long recites the holy hymn.
Today I shall tell you
On the night of honeymoonThe secrets of my lifeExtravagant and luxuriousI had led just to influence youThe stunning beautyWhat you had seen on my faceduring the fortnightwas under the paint of silvery lighttaken on rentbefore marriage I was on debt trapto the sunI should tell you one more truthBefore you find on your own selfthe…
You are always within me
that is why i am your lunatic asylum.