When it comes to defending my love
The choice of weapon is not necessary
The whole idea is to win
And win I shall, for love is life
Even if I have to strike like a Cobra

Touch her at your peril
I'll strike with my claws and teeth
Flip you "Upandan" like a coin
Until you become a meal for the vultures
Then shall I return to my burrows

Territory is everything to me
If you hope to cultivate my farm
Do well to write a will and get life insurance
Don't thread a Poet's territory
They will malign you with words

Don't wink at the love of my life
This is an act of aggression  
And trust me, I have an Army of Poets
Bakers of words in different genres
With their words you will be erased
From the surface of planet earth