I could see that mirrors never mattered to me
even if they revealed a physical beauty. It seems
that love for oneself is like a closet that rarely
opens out to be spoken, but if it does, then for dignity!
Truth can be dishonest, because honesty is
so deflatable, even the ghost of your aspirations
can snap to death with that! I was beginning to believe
in right and wrong; untill they were snatching my
lyrics like a billboard hit song. Does wisdom learn the tit-for-tat,
when justice should be your bat! I only have tenacity to depend on,
when even faith is forbidden to be revealed. And I see the stars
and tell them prudently why my honesty has to lie!
You know even love is so versicoloured, like a motley
rainbow in the dark, where their shades can be seen
but seldom be deciphered! And if my astuteness be
undone by blindfolds, I know my nights were remnants
of a tireless day, and my day was just no lark! I am never
favoured by Dame Luck, but I am much too fortunate in my
intrepidity! The stoic who never cried, but does not fear
to shout out loud, no matter what is the consequential call!
Which side was my prayer on the Temple Wall, that
evil should not stall? I know I don’t have my belief as a
liquid pool, even if I should be made to swim in the upward stream!
And you can chase me for my magic and miraculous deeds,
I did not use that for the benefit of myself! So, should the
villains think so selfishly that my worth is to them befits!
The sanctity of love is in the heart’s trumpet, even be it the clarion
call of war! Does evil always suit itself to vanquish the innocent all,
disguising itself as peace and love on every wall. And I see
the crone rise up in the sky, when such diurnal night befalls!
She tells me she wants me to know what to make of things,
if only I should heed! But I am just so slightly deaf, while
also being obdurately obscure! The terrible fish says it can
make me rich, but that is certainly not my wish!
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