My Might Poem by Madhav Lugani
My Might
My pleasure is getting me,
and they are ratting me,
Smile of me style of me, all the things that belong to me
Is irretating thee,
They takes me for the one,
Who bakes all the things on run,
I am in huff, i can also be a rough,
It is just a way, of my reet(punjabi reet)
I can fight but silence is my might,
I will walk on my road and no one can make me stop.......! ! ! ! !
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