Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

Anything for you my enemy


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

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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