I am immaculate,
People looking up to me like i am a magistrate,
This life is tough got some people adequate,
I had a dream where even my hands had calluses,
What is the need when you can work under some one's dream,
That is the people who were saying to me,
I had a thirst that is been emerging in me,
Which can be quenched only in the trenches of the enemy,
I myself am a majesty who needs only the crown the rest is at his behest you see,
Put a test on my legacy,
You will never see the morning,
My flowers at your door,
Now the death is at shore,
You got one boat to get home,
Now no mercy that has been never included in this life's quandary,
Just kill or be killed that is what my modesty.
© Shafi