Hey! WORLD,
The Society
.
How mendacious you are!
.
Coining them"Suicides"
Proclaiming them"Suiciders"
You tried well
To mislead us
To illude us
.
Hey! WORLD
The Society
.
Eventually
We marked it out
Undoubtedly
We discerned it
.
They are not SUICIDES
They are not SUICIDERS
.
Cursing YOU
I announce for the world
.
They are SOCIAL MURDERS
They are VICTIMS
.
You are the MURDERER

Why should I fear of DEATH?
Let me enjoy the life.
.
Why should I await the DEATH?
Soon or later
It's its responsibility
To come to me.
.
My reflection is on
How to welcome it.?
.
Happily
Or
Unwillingly?

Howls or
Deafening noises
It doesn't matter
To the graveyard
.
You or I
Earth shows
No discrepancy.
.
Come out of ignorance
Enter the light

I am here
Not because of my words
But because of my thoughts
.
My words can mislead you
But not my thoughts
.
I sing
Not for tinsel world
But for the proletariat
For
The latter are creators

The life I am living is
Slithering into ambiguity

It's nothing
But a ruined temple
Around the soul
There are hemps and weeds
Preventing humanity

The life I am living is
A stumpy tree having
Neither birds on the top
Nor passers by below

The life I am living is
Like a pathetic *******
That bearing the burden
Of seduced dark nights
Conceiving inevitability
.
The life I am living resembles
The valiant on spider's web
The blood is evaporated
The body is withered
.
The life I am living
Seems to be the corpse
Ready for funeral
Receiving
Final praises and curses
.
The life I am living is
Irrelevant to the world
The life I am living is
AN AMBIGUOUS SONG

When I hate myself
Even my shadow does so
.
When I love myself
Even my shadow does so
.
To live or To die
It's not a fate
.
It's my attitude

Listen to the truth.
See the agony,
The perishability
Of the suffocated lives
Under the blanket of starvation.
.
Listen to the truth.
Now the world is ready
To conceal the glow-worm
Underneath the dust.
Now the world is ready
To Smear the stench
To the fragrance soil.
.
Listen to the truth.
This is the world
That manipulate the Sorrows
Saying that they are isms.
.
Listen to the truth.
It is the brutality
the world now cultivates.