I am offering
My prayer, sir,
Only to keep me
Safe and sound.
But not at the cost of
Cutting the neck of
The crocodile.
I am crying, see me,
That I have lost
A sweet enemy-friend
Forever, for whom only
I was praying. Perhaps,
Knowing this, you have
Given the crocodile
The supreme blessing
Leaving me here to suffer
In this world.
How sinful I am!
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