Falling, Following through I folly-in
The thin I prayed for the erased, as
The dead came into the first motion
Then the other five reasons, I thrived to find him

Power based the first one to introduce the message
To fuse political use with power of unlimited
The message is still undeafeted

Am nowhere, better than the letter
Which god had sent through eyes of dead
On my chest am doing my best
Except having ashtrays and refrences of boring as death

I tried not be a coffehouse, I became coffin
In cemetry like any other, being The one which The Prince had introduced, maybe am trying to be too much like a rapper

Maybe am a try hard of Eminem
Crushing in the ashtray, yes
Am a try hard, a poet who tried to be rapper
By giving refrences of death and non sense

Whoever tries to express this poem
Go on in the comments, this ain't nonsense
Refrences of brains which I made from my brain drive to death, Go on and relate.




© Kshitij sathe