My every night's dream
He heard his own hail,
heading hallucinating in his head,
his hero has hoarding in his hand,
heaving hoasting to herald,
where winning the whole world,
written with magical-wand,
wait-wait what's waving,
Fuck it's Fate from the future,
for the god sake Mr. Fate is figuring my failure,
from the fallacy of fighting to the foes,
fist of failure about to foul-up my fort.
© Mukesh Kumar Gupta
heading hallucinating in his head,
his hero has hoarding in his hand,
heaving hoasting to herald,
where winning the whole world,
written with magical-wand,
wait-wait what's waving,
Fuck it's Fate from the future,
for the god sake Mr. Fate is figuring my failure,
from the fallacy of fighting to the foes,
fist of failure about to foul-up my fort.
© Mukesh Kumar Gupta