I expect no mercy
From anger and
From passion,
I understand
Cruel time is with me in
The form of anger and passion.
My knowledge in shape of snake
Is biting and stinging me
My house my property my luxury
My kith and kin are hounding me,
And here in this world, O my dear,
See me drowning with no water
See me burning with no fire
And all are killing me with no weapon.
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