Jashmina, I don’t want fish, but what do you wish?: A poem 

Hey Jashmina! I’ve sacrificed an eternity for you 

I’ve proved myself. Did you prove your love is true? 

Or do you want to be a fish? I pray that’s not what you wish

Do you think I want to end up in Pisces’ piss? 

For you, I gave the evil Left the victory’s crest 

Did you ever think that I too need to be redressed? 

If the fish suits the Lion, the Zodiac knows what’s best 

I am earthy, but I can’t help the feeling this planet is not my nest 

But I know I can’t choose; how must I always lose?! 

Because Prakash Saint Paul hijacks all that is my dues 

So, let there be no redemption, let my enemies always win 

And let Prakash Saint Paul be the reason for all that crime and sin 

Let Labor Day prevail; it certainly is not my day any which way! 

I’d rather be the victim coloured in shades of grey 

No reward will I accept; I am on nobody’s pay 

I always only did my duty and never ever had my say!