Look at the mileage you all (from me) got
It was I who, silently and alone, suffered and fought
despite being, all along, in the foot, shot
I didn’t even stop to pick out the blemishes, spots and dots
The trees can never be freed
The moon can go on and freeze the seas
Is the world listening to the breeze?
A dire warning belies its lease!
You are not at all worried about saying: Sorry!
Convenience is your glory; and you are all in no hurry!
For your info, I am not willing to, the hatchet, bury
Prakash Saint Paul has committed eternal treachery (against me)
Yet, I forgave Chronos, and gave him the honours
In my generosity, I never asked for patrons and donors
You all conspired to deny me my father and son
So, I am certain, if not me, nobody has won!
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