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Jashmina, I don’t want the Labor Party or the Left wing. If Prakash hijacks the right wing, I will be left with nothing at all.
Jashmina, you continuously told me that Anthony Albanese will win if I cry. So, I didn’t cry inspite of all the pain and suffering I went through. And Albanese won two terms in the bargain. Jashmina I love you too much. Yet, you can go wherever you want. But please don’t commit any more treachery against me at the bidding of Albanese, the Labor Party or Prakash Saint Paul
Prakash Saint Paul who are you eating? Aren’t you a Piscean bodygrabber-cum-treacherous
Albanese, Richard Marles and the evil Labor Party are bodygrabbing all of us. That is why I just don’t want to talk to all of you or don’t want any of you to visit me. And they are using Prakash Saint Paul to hijack the Liberal Party so I can’t go to the Liberal Party as well, even though my loyalties lie with the Liberal Party.
Anthony Albanese, don’t think your bodygrabbing will get you anywhere. You will end up in the deepest abyss
Hey Anthony Albanese, I know your treachery too well! You used my darling Jashmina against me all through. Shame on you. I curse you to eternal damnation with your evil complicit Prakash Saint Paul
Prakash Saint Paul is doing everything to sabotage me. And for the selfish interests of his family and himself. Mum, Dad and me will have to suffer for eternity if he gets his way. And I will lose my Jashmina for eternity. Think about us. How can you keep loving the biggest criminal of the ages over us to our doom
Meena, please divorce Prakash Saint Paul. Please! You do not know the damage he did to Dad, Mum and me. He didn’t even spare Jashmina
Even in the straitjacket, I am always free: A poem
Can there be a kind of hush all over the world, when so many different flags are unfurled? Everybody is looking at me with anticipation Am I here to choose my destination? Yes, I am the Supreme as much as I am a serf This immense pain I take on, is my glory and myContinue reading “Even in the straitjacket, I am always free: A poem “