How can I entertain the love of so many
when I have abandoned precious her for no penny
Did I not move every mountain between us
to regain her, against all the conspiring vicious
O Mother, did I not live on but the honey of the forest
and wander aimlessly in the everglades
because I swore by my promise
to father, and put my throne in the shade
How has Ravan so many undeserved triumphant lives
and mine must be treacherised by knives?
Who carves the lines of my palm
and who destroys the universe’s calm?
Am I faulted for being brave?
Must God always be made slave?
Must treachery always be made winner?
And must sacrifice always be called sinner?
Must not such sublimation and vulneration be acknowledged?
Do they know how resoluteness is compelled to be hedged?
I feel all my flesh torn from my self
When I lose anyone I love, what else?
So, I must relinquish each and all
For I can’t have Paradise in poison; so, let oblivion be its scrawl
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