You are indifferent to my words,
Loving you is my brand-new verse,
I confess your ignorance hurts.

Thanks for your love,
But your material gifts I don't seek,
Of love and romance I reek.

Hold me tight,
You claim to love me, right,
Show it not by gifts.

Give me your love,
Give me your time,
For me, your love is behove,
Now it's high time, be mine.

Marriage as a choice,
Needs a voice...

A voice I have found in myself,
A prospect I found in yourself...

Do not be deaf as I recite my proposal,
Do not be dumb during the appraisal...

If you preplanned rejection,
Consider this my swansong...

Come on now,
Know me more...

Read my poems and stories,
Listen to most of my songs...

Know me more,
And forget yourself...

Leave your ego behind,
Welcome my love in your mind...

Make space for me in your life,
I am not fat, I am not huge...

I am confident of my art,
You will find me straightforward...

Straight and ****,
That's how I operate...

If our paths never cross again,
I want you to forget the pain,
Forgive me and be sane,
Do spare me of the bane.

Old will be my bed,
But
Memories will be undead.

The moments will be sensual,
And
The love we make will be consensual.

Oh my good girl,
Come to me,
Into a happier world, you I shall pull.

Oh no, oh no,
No, Abdul, No.

It's not what you assume,
Not at all the religion of peace.

But yes, you guys drink camel ****,
So, yes, you definitely follow it.

With ***** on your head,
I see you dancing in the desert.

Yes, you follow it closely,
The black book of Satan.

What you are is nowhere peaceful,
Yours is not a faith in peace.

No, Abdul, no, what you follow is
The Religion of Camel ****.

Shantih

I was born a boy,
My deeds are straight,
And manly too.

However, I love a doll,
Her name is Mïŧālī,
And she is so chubby.

A daughter before marriage,
She is so cute and sweet,
Just like a forgotten childhood dream.

Pull her cheeks,
Cuddle her chin,
And kiss her lips.

I want to do it all,
Day in & day out,
Each & every day.

If you broke up
And moved on,
It was not love.