Beating hearts, trembling minds
And crackling thought,
Seeking pieces that still yet fit not in this void,
Thus with my heavily vacuumed heart I hit the road,
Egocentric Confidence says I'm a Man!
These are upcoming pieces of my ruins,
Striking pieces of my wounds,
Lovely pieces of my heart;
My broken heart stabbed by self's endeavours!
Repentance remotely calling with a small voice,
In my lone place of thoughts: REALITY STRIKES;
I have yet scribbled another Queen's smiles;
Her dimples and glowing vision as she beamed before my eyes,
Surely! She had been a Queen of after-images
And I had turned into a King of ruthless damages!
With my Lion Head convicted in a cage
My body had subliminally moved with the rage,
Thus I chant, 'Father forgive me, for I have been in an eye-for-an-eye yolk of bondage,
Conceited chains of grimace,
If in me salvation comes I shall take another race,
Not a re-race; in fear of disturbing her ladiness pace.