writing some words,
erasing some words,
making lines,
straight and curved,
bizaare
A figure of weird
Dejected and turned down
I feel amused to win
all the lost wars
With default conspiracy
Creeped a way to figure out
Invincible fronts
getting long scar
on the face of the history
Pissed like frontline of
Anti-terror campaign
I find myself short of ethics
Glaceing up and down
Draw a circle around myself
fighting unpopular wars
I feel prisoned
powerfully in the dark ages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem