O the irony
the pathos
ingenuity
of the mind:
a life force
to engage
restless
rooted,
a curious hinge
hyphened
subscript
of body and soul
Waiting for me next day
in the bar,
In the biz of gangs
they called him superstar!
I whips his crims
so he came for payback.
BAM! a bottle on my head
he yelled "Welcome Back."
Blood on the floor
and on the pane,
Not a single cloth
was left to stain!
Though they were more
and single was I,
I proved a handful
with a swollen eye!
Honkies flung me out
I crawled back at the door,
In stake to crush bones
I lead the score!
Czar behold me
with his hawkish orb,
Stirred by my guts
he gave me a job!
My CV read my name
and subscript GANGSTER,
In race of gangs
I sped as a roadster!
I wasn't the reason
for me being bad,
It was the world
who made a beast from lad!
The words of pride
in my eyes they saw,
You don't owe me fear
You owe me AWE!
Dedicated To my friends............. Shivjeet & Jose for
Encouraging me!
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