Bad Wishes

I wish for all bad than good, All that could guarantee pains. Because for all good wishes, I reap burn, All discomforts. Every shooting star Brought misery. But maybe... Maybe if I could wish for Knives, All will be Adversed. If every morning I could pray For the blazing fire to consume me, Maybe I might find joy. I mean How many..? How many wishes for Presidency? But in every generation, Zumas are few, Though Millions made a wish. Maybe paradox is life. Just Maybe...