Doors should remain closed
anyhow if reopens
gives nothing but pains
eyes filled with soot
my prestiage, your boot
insult me as much as you can
destiny allows to set the plan
but when i will be in gain
what will you do then
ever think about your fate
know the reason my this hate
blood is flowing as waters
go to hell dear haters
guns and bullet not in haste
your marks my chest
i will stand before thee
till all bullets are not in me
i promise to fulfill your dream
by pleasing and giving smiles
as i have done this to many
anything for you my enemy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
laughable yet true