Prakash Saint Paul manipulates everything for his own evil ends: A poem 

O Mum! O Dad! Your love helps me not go numb with rancour 

With immense patience and perseverance, I always hunger 

A biting treachery is imposing, on me, ram and sheep 

The dirty fish wants to make me Little Beau Peep 

I fling that evil Albanese into the farthest frozen deep seas 

On my duty and sweat, he has unjustifiably reaped 

In return, he is treachery against me. But I don’t weep 

I’ll fight his evil, because I’m priceless and he is cheap! 

Prakash Saint Paul has always justice cruelly mauled 

And I bore the brunt, but never did I for sympathy called 

The Supreme knows that Prakash Saint Paul had me eternally stonewalled 

But I know too well for whom the Supreme’s bell will toll 

You can see that they want to get me to my knees 

I swear, Cancer and Pisces, are just not my golden fleece 

How Prakash Saint Paul is manipulating Aries with Virgo, for Sagittarius to die 

I have the Sun (Scorpio) in my eye, that he hijacked for long with his sly