You know if I could only count till three
Would it mean I was weak-kneed?
There is sweat like enormous beads
As if I have only learnt to bleed?
When I was little, I could only count till ten
So, when did it all begin; when?
You know the sinners paraded all through as winners
You’d think I deserve obloquy, because they had no conscience in their inners?
In my youth, I kept a moustache
Would you believe it was resoluteness and wisdom, that I did not ever ask
Who did take up the onus, for you all, to save?
Would I take the answer silently to my grave?
Does imposed grief make you (not me!) fear?
Or in so much grief, you shed not a tear!
You know love’s deceit was no disillusionment for King Lear!
He heard its true voice ringing in his ear!
And if I die, would you call out the spy?
Does it blink, the fish’s eye?
One more victory, or no more, for that treason
Would their (PSP and AA) evil last me out every season?
The stones don’t kill me, if death does!
The burning at the stake doesn’t take from us!
A Phoenix can shatter the ceiling and floor!
It is no bird in vain; eternity knows whom to show the door!
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