Forsaken customs of relations,
A spate of friendship disconnection,
And everyone is becoming judgemental,
Full of fear to let words through their dental,
My tongue in never afraid-my heart is never twitching,
I'll speak the truth even if you call it *******.


These are the ruins of friendship,
Over there are the rubbles of patnership,
We have reached the extremities,
And we have paraded vanities,
All these hatred notions in your mind,
But I'm not moved, I'm one of a kind.



I won't bow down to correct things,
The discomfort lies within the beings,
You are the coffee in the cup I averted,
Staring you in contempt-cause I hated,
To drink that was never in my favorite,
So I'll lay on the ground just to fly a new kite.