(Prakash Saint Paul, you are a very small-hearted person, in fact, you have no heart or soul at all! You only pretend to be the sun because you want to eat all you can get to eat!)
I see a light shining on my face
And I feel transfixed by it
like a meadow hare
that lives on its dare
Yet, as if for once, I had forgotten my journey
with the realisation
that you all showed scant respect for me
for you all were consumed by fear
And were anxious for your own victories
I feel this dawn
not because I had no inkling of these misgivings before
but because I had so little time to rue
Yet, never a regret in my mind!
But I have suddenly sworn that I don’t have any faith in you all
There is a soul in reflection
like a crystal with its flecks dancing
in a fluid dream; an awakening of sorts!
I know I have my own power to swear by
not the sublime diminution that I took on, assuming
that you should be aware of a greatness that only expresses itself as sublime
You can take it or leave it; I do not care;
And I think you all can fuck off if you want to leave it!
I have proved my valour
for the benefit of others
Yet, not for my own
I am incandescent with the pride of my humble sacrifice
The self-worth from which I obtained this legend
that wants no acknowledgement from you all
should you only despoil it with your falsities!
I feel the freshness of morning dew
so late in my life
even after all the treachery broke me in two
and many more with the indignity of it all!
I am still a substantiation
And I don’t care that you all fail to see
the misery, pain, suffering and torture I’ve been through
and are not even ashamed that you did not care,
(Some of you even had the lack of consciousness and guilt to capitalise on it!)
And that you may all have contributed to the criminalities against me!
Because I am strengthened by the fact that I survived it all
and am still in one solid piece!
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