They must have got a well thought plan
And preparation from their childhood
Which I missed
And in that sort I had none
I thought I was lost
Without having anything substantial
But I had enough time ahead
Only I needed financial assistance.
But at home
We had hawks who had been doing nothing
And waiting like vulture
To see me stop my dream run
So that they might divide parents’ wealth
And eat up those like a dead cow.
This their secret wish
Killed me
I was dead before I died
And without doing anything against me
My relatives become my enemy.