With your tongue filled with sores, your lies spread forth like a bomb.
With your blabbing throat, terror echoes on like a war on my coast.
A promise of an imaginary world, my soul longs on like a rod.
You pierce my piece with your irregular lines, yet i made it a stanza of rhythmic lines.
I saw your fingerprints, but i felt it's just an imprints.
I raised a glass to make a toast, you burnt my hands to coast.
You knew my purpose and ruined it by your action, i thought you wanted to propose and got lured in by my emotion.
You said it was my fault and I'm too blame, but i knew it wqs your plot and i got the flame.
You claimed to give your all, but i also gave my shawl.
You claimed i tore your heart to pieces, but you also sore my muse and ruined my poetries.
You concluded I'm a bad omen to your feeling, but you ruined my life and lost my sexual healing.
A time to reshuffle, a moment to end this puzzle,
You mishandled all, never wish for it to be rekindled at all.
An end must come, a new beginning must turn.
To have a world my own, and shun the lord of your harsh tone.
To hate you, in order to love me.
And to lose you, for every reason to have me.
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem