Life starts to get the scent
Of those immemorial ones
Let's write an allegory
Of a determined loan
And a dying lamentation
Roaming Magenta lies
Search for the soul of darkness,
Like a dog life will neglect thee
As the reek of their rotten minds
Starts to rise and those dead wounds
Got surprised from those walking
Sub consciences, till then say nothing
One purpose to perfect a favor
A brainish robbery of rights
Is to find both of the robber
And the robbed one
Are in two combined
They are cowards and liars
Which no one could ever let
And it's not from heaven sent
Merely masqueraded bashful spirit
Spitting on thee and mine Lady's beast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem