I wish, all that untoward happened today
Should have been a nightmare of dead yesterday.
This birth, I'm the wheel beneath, carrying all load;
Grant me next birth at least as steering wheel, O' Lord!
The blind shows the way
For those gone astray!
When two cons bat and dozens bet,
Million fools squat around as bait!
Neither the born nor the borne
Know why, on earth, they have born,
Bonehead who has no seat
Pounces upon throne to sit!
One who turns lie a truth
Is fit to reign the earth!
God is moulded into an idol
For shaping Him a lifeless ideal!
All the dreams I dreamt about
Came true as nightmares aghast!
Even if others love, if you don't love,
You can't feel the love, for loving is love!